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Details | Free verse | |

PLAGIARIZING

"Mine all Mine!"

A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea

A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."

The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind 
I memorized till they became all mine
Word-for-word, 
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monologue look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio, 
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light 
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips, 
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof

My dearest Poet, 
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind, 
Indulged when you speak and point out verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes 
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun

pd


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 | Ballad | |

This Song is for my Mother

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
I couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
A song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created and cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Memory of a mother
Shared my dreams and really cared

Long separated by the miles
Distanced from her golden smiles
Mama…
I know I wasn’t there……

For you

Would have placed 
A magic carpet 
‘neath your weak and shaky legs

Would have raised
A strong west wind
Let you breathe with ease again

Would have bribed 
God’s venal angels
Come and soothe your endless pain

Would have vanquished
All the demons
And bring peace to you again

Be the child
I never knew
In a land
We won’t grow old

Be the light
I always loved
Warmed my dark 
And lonely soul

Be the girl
Playing games
In a world 
The sun won’t set

Be the laughter
Calms my heart
I never will forget
I won’t forget, won’t forget

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me cry
Couldn’t bring myself to write it
‘Til this darkened day arrived
Song about old promises 
Made so long ago
Created….cremated
Ashes of the words I spoke

I broke my promises, oh mama
Now you’ve gone away 
I’m broken
Drowning in the pain each day

I’m  drowning…drowning...drowning…drowning

This song is for my mother
Let her hear me…….



Details | Free verse | |

A Lesson on Love to my Future Daugter

It will hurt like a tattoo guns sting
as the ink infiltrates your skin.
Your first love will be like a tattoo on your heart,
buried deep,
always remembering the blessings and pain he gave you.

Be with a person who fills you with fluttering hummingbirds
even after the first and second and tenth kiss
who drinks the nectar of your demons and sucks them lifeless.

There will be men who you think will carry you forever
but after so long of holding
your feet above the water
they will throw you down. 
They will not reach out a hand to pick you back up.
They will turn cheek,
kissless and forgotton.
You will stand with dirt palms
and fall back into his inferno.

There will be loves like this,
who convince you to prick yourself with safety pins,
the ones who carry guns on their backs
but never shoot to protect,
only to hurt.
The ones who drink all the water,
leave you parched in the desert of his mistakes
telling you that they are your own.
The ones who shoot arrows in your lungs
and you lye bleeding 
believing that the color of your blood is true love for him.
The hour hand will spin around the clock
too many times before you leave him.
It will hurt. 
You thought it was true,
but after the death of it
you will realize you deserve someone so much sweeter
than a bitter apple. 

Love the one who doesn’t cheat you blind,
but instead comes to you with truths in his wretched palms
and waits for you to
forgive,
but never gives up and never stops wishing that the past could rewind
that he could change the things wrong that he did to you.

Love the one who feeds your heart warm apple pie,
who cries in front of your children,
who drives them to school and hugs them when they get home.
Be with someone who doesn’t ask for you to change
but instead loves your mistakes
cradles them within his fabric lungs
breathes them in with a grin.

Love is an interesting thing.
You will be thrown out of a moving car to the side of the road.
Some will come running back to you.
Don’t jump back in the front seat,
just run
and run 
and run 
and run
until you find someone who buckles the seat belt for you.
Drives five under the speed limit,
takes things slowly and waits for you to be ready to accelerate.

Daughter,
I am here for you.
Remember me, the one who loved you first,
the one who will never stop loving you.
Come to me after he breaks up with you.
You can cry on my shoulder,
and ill wipe your tears with my sleeve.

Daughter,
Find a love who loves you the way 
that your father and I love you,
the way that your grandmother loves you.
Find a love who already considers you family.
Who meets you
and looks into your ocean eyes
and drowns peacefully into your heart.


Details | Quatrain | |

What Where Who

What, Where, Who

If I where asked the what, where, who
That drives me to write poetry
I’d say that if I only knew
I’d leave right now this misery

But I’m afraid I’m not the sort
To answer in straight fashion
I have to offer my retort
With words of heartfelt passion

For just the other day I found
Encounter gave me food for thought
Soon the words they were outbound
Jumbled as they rushed and fought

Though ne’er the less inspired me
To battle on my way
Look toward the end and see
Which words I could display

Confess do I quite openly
That I am ignorant
Of  poetry’s technology
Coz grasp it I just can’t

I wouldn’t know a what’s it called
From a what’s its name
In my mind won’t stay installed
Confusion is its game

But I somehow, find I can
Muddle through at best
Organise a crafty plan 
And set my brain the test

For out there I see loneliness
Suffering and pain
A world in turmoil and distress
That cannot stake its claim

I look for every trait in man
Into the soul I stare
At his betrayal and flim-flam
Also the ladies fair

Dear love will always be there
And so will Demon war
And my thoughts on these I’ll share
Of that you can be sure

Laughter I would hope to bring
Sadness sometimes to the fore
Of natures forces I will sing
The list goes on galore

Yes I will write throughout the night
With hope to de-confuse
I’ll try to offer some insight
By giving up my muse

So now you know the what and where
But what about the who
Inspiring people are out there
Who knows - it could - be you 

And what about that misery
I spoke of up above
Well, I gave that up for music
Of the poetrysoupers love x




        
           






Details | Rhyme | |

Edgar Allan Poe

I was inspired once a long time ago
By something that I read
I never knew such amazing things
Could fill the inside of my head

I always thought that poetry
Was about love or romance,
I never knew it could be dark
Suddenly I was entranced.

A whole new world had opened up
And I could write about it all;
Anything that crossed my mind,
Anything I could recall.

And it was all because of a poem
I read one day at school;
The poem was entitled “The Raven”
And it was just so incredibly cruel,

I fell in love with the poem
And craved others that were the same;
But there was only one author that captured me 
Edgar Allan Poe was his name.

Every poem or story  that he wrote
Was like a beacon showing the way;
I never knew I could write about death
Without worrying what others would say

And so I took leaf out of his book,
And wrote about what I feel;
I was always afraid to express myself
But now it holds only appeal


Details | Rhyme | |

THE MIST OF WAR

I got your sweet perfumed letter
So good to hear you're missing me
Trace your words with my finger
Your note is such Heaven to me

Bombs bursting in the background
There's ash on all the leaves of trees
So many cry out in desperation 
The mist of war is such Hell to me

Your lip print on my war letter
Girl, you know it's still a perfect fit
When I read you're home waiting
I find the courage to never quit

I see you've been busy with ribbons
One on Oak for everyday I've been gone
And my heart melts a thousand times
When I read your romantic song

Now it says right here, "to get home"
I guess you're giving orders now
Oh, we could use you in this Army
When my buddies saw ya they'd say "WOW!"

Your letter ends with smudged lines
Misty tears must have rained down
But I know every thought your thinking
Even from this miserable battleground

Girl, I'm going to follow your orders
I'll fight and return safely home
Until then how about another war letter
When they are in my pockets..
I'm never alone

Your perfumed letters are in my pockets
Here with me, I'm never alone
In the mist of war.. I'm never alone!

*The poem is the husband-warrior's thoughts as he reads and experiences the 
letter in the mist of war.  "Oak" is what they call their big oak 
tree in the front yard.  

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Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Details | Romanticism | |

Love in my veins

Your love flows through my veins
like the Nile River flows through
the sands of Eygpt.
Love flows through my veins
like rivers that break off into endless streams
and water the gardens of the green stems
of torn covered rose bushes.

In my veins, you flow, as a sparrow
flies through the blue skies in beauty.
You are the blood that flows through my veins
and later settles deep in my heart
and embraces me with a hug of intimace.

Love flows through my veins
like endless notes played by the sweetest composer
along with his private orchestra playing a lovely melody.
Rivers, streams break off and flow into lakes and oceans,
Like my veins that lead to my heart,
you are always there flowing through my veins.
Your love flows through my veins.


Details | Free verse | |

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

 
I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That read like a Hallmark audition

  But already my metaphors are melting
And my similes are getting soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

 When I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion links came up

Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies
Yahoo wasn't any kinder

 
The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it

Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday

Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

  
America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate

Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

So I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
 
And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

 
And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever again. Are you??
But we still have March, April
Don't we?

 
But even if you had one breast
Or no breast

Or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it

And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you

Yes I suck at lying too...

 
But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...

And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

 
And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone

And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person 
With white hair will say
That was the worst love poem ever written


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 | |

o', just for once, to receive what i give-

if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe 
like the quintessence of begin? would it live 
as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art
of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear? 
would it wind-wash and rush my untouched
expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair?
would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing
through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect; 
(reverberating through centuries of cause and effect)

or would it die in my hands;
turn to dust
at your
feet?

no. 

to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings 
can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath 
my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have 
ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long 
before the birth of time itself!

o’, words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams, 
from the vastness of your perpetual being,
would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering 
body numb, and alive all at once!
if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer 
by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing 
and unrequited need) gliding them 
down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is       
no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization 
of answered prayers), and yet

i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would 
expose my longing to receive one.


Details | Pantoum | |

His Warmth

I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song;
For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong
His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow
I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown
I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...


Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-


Details | Rhyme | |

Join The Party

I’m inviting all of you here on Poertrysoup
To come and join the party, we’ll be a wonderful group
Not a drink and dance rave that’s no good at all
A political party we won’t be too small

We could oust the governments and dictatorships
When we get our act together they’ve had their chips
For we could write a manifesto in verse
We’ll tell the truth but would that be a curse

As I read the words of all my friends out there
I know that we could show a lot more care
President and Prime minister we have them both
All ready to stand and take the oath

The poetry party has many women candidates
Who could hold their own in any political debates
So why not do it join forces hand in hand
Make the world a better place by what we planned

With all our wisdom, love and peace to offer
We could fill every last country coffer
Stop the starving from dying due to government greed
All together we soupers could succeed 

With a depth of poets who could make people smile
Under our banner a better world by a mile
For we who write see the problems ahead
We can lead through the maze instead of being led

So come on guys shall we give it a go
Show the lying politicians what we know
Turn the world from hate and war
To love and peace we could I’m sure


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 | 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 | I do not know? | |

i began to write love on my arms<3

[beforehand i just want to let you know that i wrote this in honor of November 17th. which is 
To Write Love On Her Arms Day. im hoping to come up with a better one before than. but i 
still hope you enjoy this quickly-wrote one(: ]

this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my struggle,
my fall downs, 
&& all the breakdowns.
this is about every wound i placed upon my body.
over 60 self inflicted wounds,
that as my story went on they began to heal.
i stoped writing "give up" 
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about my past.
how it haunted me for years,
&& how im still running from some of it.
this is how i went from a hood rat,
to me actually caring about myself.
i began to write love on my arms<3
this is about me.
this is my story.
it is about how i learned to keep the bottle off of my nightstand.
i dont need liquor running through my veins 24/7.
i started to look at life through sober eyes.
i began to write love on my arms<3
&& as i wrote this day after day, i saw that i was loved. 
i found comfort in better things then pills, liquor, && razorblades.
&& even though i am still in healing,
my story is not over.
&& it will never be.
i still write love on my arms<3


Details | Couplet | |

A blessing in my life

I usually write in couplet rhyme
Its simply what I do it's not by design
It's just the way the words seem to flow
Into my head up out of my soul
I love the ones that are full of light
See they are what brought me up out of the night
People prove they care by the things that they do
So I write this light for all of you
I write it because I wish you to know
True beauty is born with-in the soul
The soul is a thing that cherishes the light
Do you not embrace the stars through the dark of night
Well as you do know my words are true
They may twinkle bright but not as bright as you
You are angels who covered me in your prayers
Let me know I'm someone worthy of care
I hold you all in my heart just like my wife
Like her you are "a blessing in my life"


Details | Rhyme | |

Approvals I Should Praise

Approvals I Should Praise

The rhythm of my pen knows no bounds
Its ticks, treks, and steps knows no count.
The songs on my lip just loose the count.
No where, I suppose to untie the bond.

Strong bones are so much in here
They touch and squeeze out letters bountifully.
In these bones, many light I have received gracefully.
Linda is one, Andrea is two among all of you there.

You are all amazing guests in this field
Cup of water..., cup of tea come to toast.
Many hugs, many thanks to you, writ and host.
... Eden that crowns my garden and its yields.

Special parcel to my coy mistress, Linda.
All sea, roses...and sweet showers to you.
And my lady Andrea; always brand new!
I love you all... your words in my wall are tender.

Dedicated to:
 Poetrysoup, 
Poet Destroyer A, 
Andrea Dietrich 
and to the rest of Poetrysoupers.

I     am     Grateful     for     your    warm      welcome.


Details | Verse | |

Letters On My Arm

you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through


Details | Rhyme | |

I Scribble It In My Heart

I Scribble It In My Heart
When I said I love you; I write it on a leaf of paper, Folded beautifully, scented. It may just be burned, thrown away Still, a copy remains within me. I clicked the letters for the words to stay; Right in front of me, my poetry, All my unspoken words, all my dreams' Neither for the eyes of the world to read, Nor for the world to know; But, for my heart to say every word for you I write it in the sand; To let the sunshine kiss on early dawn. Before the clouds drop rain of tears; Let the moon and the stars touch at night. Before the teasing waves washed away my words; And bury it under the sea as if it was never told. On a leaf of paper, my love is written, maybe thrown away, My hard disk may collapse and gone my poetry, The waves may wash away my words in the sand, Someday, with the journey of life, I will depart My love remains, for I scribble it in my heart.


Details | Free verse | |

The One Call I Missed

Why did you lie to me?
You said you would call
Still I wait here by the phone
This is not how it's meant to be
I feel like I have been a fool
Are you the one who steals my heart?
You say I am the one for you
One who cares would not treat me this way
As I wait I fall too sleep
In the morn I will not care
I will search for my loved one
Do not call I will thrive on my own
Sad is not the way to be
This is how to write a poem with just one.
It is hard to write this way.

For the One to one contest.


Details | Free verse | |

I will not be late to work this morning

I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped goblets
From a robbers pillowcase

I will be there before the bell rings
My papers will be checked
My hair will be combed
My mind will be alert 
Ready to begin my lesson

I will not wonder why
My oldest son doesn’t have a job
I will not pray too long
For my daughter who is taking the bar today
At 10:30 AM in New Orleans
I will not scar my knees wishing
For some alternate world
Where children are never neglected
Or hurt
Where there is no abandonment

What nonsense to try and order the world
Just get to work on time
Put your things in the car, your projector and 
The white binders that you didn’t look at
All weekend although you were supposed to check the papers and put the 
grades on the computer
I will leave now
Before it is impossible to
Be on time
I will cream my ashy ankles

I will not focus on the white
Cat on the black pillow
With the green eyes
I will not water the plant
I will not watch TV
I will not write poetry
Before work

I will not write poetry
Before work
I will get to work on time
I will be ready
I will not be daydreaming about fog
Wondering if I’ll get Alzheimer’s like my mother
Or colon cancer like my dad
I won’t be thinking about that stuff
I will be locking the front door and 
Closing the gate and clicking the clicker
And starting the car and leaving

I will not be in my living room
Wondering if there is any reason to love
Because I do not love for reason
I love because He first loved me
It is not incantations or intoxication
Or imagination it is my life and 
The structure will come with the
Clearness of Bajan water
So clear you can see the fish
Fly float across the Atlantic

It is time
This poem must end
I will not be late for work
This morning
Not for nothing
Not for nobody
Not for anything
Not for everything

This poem is over 
the work day begins



Details | Free verse | |

Tracing thoughts

at night, i close my eyes
and see your smile
as it erases the distance between us;

sometimes i feel like a poem
lost somewhere in a poet's mind,
a thought
a dream
waiting to be released
on paper sheets

i can almost hear them,
unfinished poems
falling like leaves
in the silence of night
tossed about in autumn's air
as you write them out

i want to feel the warmth of your touch,
like a fingered-pen as you write me out
from the depths of your mind,
and be the breath that falls
from your lips to sheets,
a masterpiece being born
again and again.

sometimes i feel like the poet,
lost within my own words
and thoughts,
breathless upon the stage
after a midnight reading,
yet, i want to read you
again and again.

i want to be the whisper
that falls under the moon,
a kiss beneath the stars,
a breath from my lips
to yours,
be the silence of words
and the only thought
within your mind,
or all the thoughts
as you dream
on sheets of white


Details | I do not know? | |

Why Do I Write

Out of all the questions I have been asked in life
None of them stump me more like this:

Why do I write?

It does not stump me because it’s tricky
It stumps me because it’s a stupid question to ask

Why do I write?

Because there’s nothing more relaxing than it.

Sure sometimes it’s frustrating
Difficult, fundamentally challenging
But that’s part of the beauty of it

Letting you emotions spill out across the page
And knowing that people read it
That people expect who you are
It’s brilliant

When you live a life of not speaking up
Of being that quite person in the background
Expressing yourself is… magnificent

I’m not me when I write
Something takes over me, controls me
So much so that I don’t really know what I am writing consciously
But it works so well 

I guess some people will never understand 
The joy in it all

When you're my age and you develop some characteristic
That doesn’t suit the normal criteria you get picked on

It happens, you can’t stop it
But I feel sorry for them

Expressing yourself through writing is one of my greatest joys
And I’m not going to stop
Not now
Not ever 


Details | Narrative | |

A Story

It was on a Christmas Eve
early in the morn
into a world so often cold
a little girl was born.
Her parents, they did love her,
the way that it should be
but her father, who's a good man,
had been raised with cruelty.

When he doled out punishment
for all her childish ways
the lessons that he taught her
would stay with her all her days.
Growing up was never easy
and she grew up so confused.
Other kids did more than tease her
and at home she was abused.

But she grew up all the same
then came to that time of life
when she thought she was ready
became a mother and a wife.
They faced a lot of hardships
but tried to love anyway
and her husband, who does love her,
has been so mean along the way.

Yes, life is hard for everyone
this woman surely knows.
Hate and misunderstanding
seems to follow where she goes
with so many quick to tell her
that she is always wrong
so many times she has been shown
that she just don't belong.

She tries so hard to understand
the reasons for her tears
and is punished for her feelings
as she has been all her years.
She knows that there is more to life
than what always seems to be.
All she wants is to be loved
without the cruelty.



Note:  My dear friends, this is not an easy write for me but a necessary one.  I was at a very 
low point in my life and I prayed for God for direction or to let it end.  I wrote the poem I Am 
then joined PoetrySoup.  I know God led me to this wonderful site for a reason.  I may still 
have a long way to go but I am starting to move forward.  I want to thank you all for your 
encouragement and kindness.  Being able to write again is helping me and as fellow writers, 
I know you understand.  Thank you for sharing with me and teaching to become a better 
writer.  God bless you all and Happy Holidays!  Love, Robin.


Details | Rhyme | |

Born to Rhyme

With my words I love to play
rhyming everything I say
inside my head words squawk and rage
'til they're released upon the page.
It fills my heart with pure delight
to watch them growing as I write.

Oh how I love to make words rhyme
arranging them in metered time
until I have a perfect line
it sends chills up and down my spine
and I am blessed with endless joy
to use this gift that I employ.

Some of the things I write about
I know must leave some minds in doubt.
"Not good enough" some must claim
but that's ok I feel no shame.
I'll still write the way I do
and to my heart I will be true.

My knowledge of great works is small
in fact I don't know much at all
and I would never dare profess
to be a gifted poetess
'cause when it comes to poetry
I write just what comes naturally.

Born to rhyme, that is my game
and that is all you'll hear me claim.
To me this game is so much fun
it is my picnic in the sun.
It may sound lame or even sappy
but that's all right it makes me happy!


Details | Rhyme | |

Value

Others write of pleasure
whilst I write in pain
Some value life as a treasure
Those are the ones who are all too vain

Be happy for what you have
Yes, I am
but right at the moment
I find it hard to give a damn

I stay silent each day
and each night
Praying for my dreams to stay
but they disappear without a sight

Believe me I wish I could see
the positive side of things
but I can only see what made me
I see what true love brings

Not love for sensuality
Just protection
Maybe a little acknowledgement
or perhaps affection

Some write in pleasure
because they don't know pain
They value life, a treasure
Why are they so vain?


Details | Rhyme | |

Escape from the Real World

let me write you a song, girl
that i will never sing you
because I'm far too shy

and no, I won't write about the real world
because I've found that the real world 
isn't pretty unless you lie

instead I'll sing about the slow twirls
that you and I make
as we dance across my mind

and I'll try to capture how my lips curl
as I try to remember the taste
from that last kiss goodbye

I can't imagine heaven, girl
being anything less
than the peace in your eyes

and I can cope with the real world
if every now and again 
I can see you smile

my head has been constantly in that slow twirl
ever since I met you
and I don't know why

but now I long to see your lips curl
logging away the taste
of our next kiss goodbye




Details | Nonet | |

Poets

Poets are a most talented breed
They write of pain,sorrow and joy
They might write of their own lives
Or of a Spring sunrise
Or of a Pug Dog
Of perhaps grief
Perhaps death
Of Faith
Write
Of self
Of seasons
Perhaps the wind
Or of love gone bad
Maybe a growing love
For the love of their children
Or of a deep dark depression
Yes, Poets are a talented breed




  I tried a new form for me and maybe a new form...This is a double reverse Nonet...I hope
you like it........... Taz


Details | Free verse | |

I miss you Alley

In the moon I see you beautiful face, it glows love
The stars tell of your smile, that inspires me to write 
Beautiful purple skies paint the scene for memory lane, of when we kissed
I miss holding you, looking at you, singing to you and telling you pretty things

The days go on, and this feeling for you grows stronger, I love you
I can't wait for the day in which I can hold you again, I need you
The way you look at me, the way you speak to me, you complete me
Drving down the street singing at the top of my lungs, for you I miss that too

For 6 years I have longed to be yours, and now I am
I shall seek to find, I will ask to learn
For my hearst desires are to be married to you and serve God as one
To weep at your side, to write and paint by your side, oh for you I yearn

Making you laugh honey, my favorite hobby
To place that ring on your beautiful finger, and have you call me hubby
You are my one and only, my love my all
I walk to joy, I crawl to learn and I lay to endure, for I shall live by the word of God

I will fight for us, I too have faith in a bright tomorrow
Alley my love my life, I have you in my mind all day
I miss your dimples, your baby talk, for us I pray
I love you mi amor, I miss you Alley


Details | Ballad | |

THIS BEAUTIFUL STORY

Like others that love in haste,
and their passions go to waste...
I mustn't write end
to this beautiful story
like a sad tragedy;
I've come to the conclusion
that there are more questions
than answers that need
to be considered
and leave nothing to suspicion!

There wouldn't be a victory,
if we ran away from sincerity;
I've seen lovers lose
their chance at happiness...
all because they didn't choose
to be true and wise!

Like people unsure of themselves,
twisting words...to cover them up
with bitter  sweetness...
I musn't write end
to this beautiful story
that needs to be told intact:
to lovers who risk  everything         
with hearts so open to joy!

And I won't be satisfied until I breath
the same air that you breath,
and go through Hell to reach Heaven...
to be sure that I never be coming back!

I mustn't write end to this beautiful story; 
let these hearts  find their own glory!


Details | I do not know? | |

Who Me? Long.Winded?

My friend let me share with you,
the secret of  what I do,
It really is a mystery,
I have no clue is the truth you see?
It just happens to me.

I ask many questions,
I don't pretend to know,
of what's so familiar it makes
my heart glow.  It just is.
From lifetimes ago.

I have a story of what it might be.
Floats around in my head,
demands attention from me.
Compelled to write an
arrangement on life.
Hearing the language
of what's behind my eyes.
But I don't know why.

I love all the same,
everything about this crazy game.
I'm fortunate and grateful to hear,

Another voice in the Wind out there.
Even if understanding's not clear.


It feels quite right,
like the warmth of a light,
Like the smell of a fresh spring day.
I'm in love with it,
when it comes my way.

A mystery this voice in me,
as puzzles are shown to my eyes.
And I don't know why….
But to my own surprise….
Sometimes I try and it's not quite right.
Sometimes I don't and then it takes flight,
and it's right….and a quiet write into light...
but I don't know why.

Just a glimpse you see… it's the oddest part
of the secret me.


Details | Romanticism | |

Don't Write the Last Letter to Me

Don’t write the last letter to me – I’ll die!
Oh, no! It may cause my intense anguish.
And don’t say to me the last “goodbye!”
I might go mad or do something foolish...

I don’t want to receive your last letter,
So don’t write it at all – don’t waste your time!
There are so many things you can do better.
Perhaps I’ll let you write it in a while...

Don’t ask me for the last meeting today -
Could you endure your last words to me?
Keep silent. I won’t hear what you say,
I’ll be deaf and blind. I may not agree…

And don’t call me the last time – don’t do it.
I couldn’t accept what you’ll mean to say.
I’ll confuse it and think you tell a wit.
Don’t kill my love – let it grow weak and pale...


Details | Free verse | |

I Need You to Know

I'm not usually the type
to stray from structure
and just write down 
all my thoughts and feelings
word for word
with no fancy frills or clever metaphors
but every time i put my pen to paper
i realize that no strained rhyme
no set number of syllables
can begin to hold all that I'm feeling right now
so I've decided to write it like I'd say it

I need you to know, 
I love you

and i wish that we lived in a perfect world
so that just saying it would be enough
and we'd ride off into the sunset
to live happily ever after
but I know life doesn't work like that anymore
love's become less of a fairytale
and more of an adventure novel
the slipper never fits
none of the princesses ever come down from their towers
without battles and grueling journeys
and even after you get the girl, 
you have to fight for everyday of your 'happily ever after'
 I know that
but I'm still here
with my sword drawn to start the battle
and I'll never stop fighting

I just needed you to know that

I know that in the stories
the prince is always strong
and he's courageous and valiant
but sometimes I'm afraid I can't be that strong warrior
because right now, 
I miss you
so much it makes me tired and weak
and each day it gets harder and harder to fight
I've not your voice to reassure me
that you're right here fighting beside me
so sometimes I just feel so alone
fighting this battle by myself

I wake up in the morning and they tell me
that I was talking to you in my sleep
and I check my phone 100 times a day
even though I know that you can't call
 
But I'll never stop fighting

I love you 
and I miss you
and I'll never drop my sword
even when all I can do is lay here in the dark
and try to picture your face in the cracks of light dancing on the walls
just to keep from going crazy
I'll never stop fighting 

I guess I just needed you to know that


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Family Grief Family Happiness

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Aka My Maze

Streaks of Ink, Across a blank page
Sounds of expression, to be released on stage
Words flow midair, only a chosen few understand
Emotions from each side, both beautiful & bland
Not your typical poet, nothing at all like the displays
So rare and unique, strong and bright like the morning rays
Words from experience, from dreams and my reality of life
Words form memories 
Memories of struggle, love and strife
No copy and paste, No stolen words here
These are cries from my heart 
Emotions created throughout the years 
Poetic Justice
A title I endure so deep
A gift from my God, I've chosen to keep
No particular topic, Just pure extacy from word play
Spilling these words brings me a high, I must say
A poet, A writer and a singer some days
I welcome you to the pieces of me 
My words shall guide you through my mind aka my maze.

Kioshi Love <3


Details | Rhyme | |

Dear Michelle

You almost had me,
I wanted you,
The way you stuck to me like super glue,
I was feeling you,
But I knew,
I could never have you,
But, the way you looked at me,
The way my body pleads,
We can never be,
Because I’m too old,
And your only thirteen.


Details | Personification | |

Puzzle Piece

A puzzle piece you are to me 
Like a vine without any leaves. 
Your heart is pure your soul is 
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll 
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes 
it seemed, knowing they said 
no babies for me! Always a 
surprise you seem to be just 
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months 
you walked but not until 4 did 
you first talk! Always a terror 
making a beautiful mess always 
a surprise that has yet to be 
met! The twists and turns I 
know we will see will seem 
somewhat like a roller coaster 
to me! The milestones and 
special gifts you bring will make 
my life seem Like a dream, my 
special boy I have always said 
How special I knew not till 
Aspergers they said! The 
journey will be trying the 
journey will seem long! But 
with our family together we will 
chug along! My special boy I 
love you so and cannot wait to 
see you mature and grow! Now 
we have a goal we have our 
dream you see to make you the 
perfect fitting puzzle piece!! 


Written by: Christina Kirks 
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For 
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr 
Mommy loves you to eternity 
and beyond! Forever and 
always!



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 | Acrostic | |

Music

Music calms the angry heart, its glorious rhythm penetrates the dark, the way I feel when the sound waves seep through my hair, consumes my soul with a suttle stare, my feet so happy, my body enriched with vibrations, my soul so at ease, I'm here for the taking.
 

I play from my experience, I put on a show, my hidden words entangled with the things that I know, smiles surround me, they glance by my feet, their inner beings amazed by my beat.
 

I beat my drums, I play my strings, they show me their affection, this is where I get my wings, they say I can fly, it seems I can soar, my music so perfect, they keep asking for more.
 

I do what I love, and they love what I do, music is my life, I am so happy that I can share it with you.


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | I do not know? | |

I WOULD WRITE YOU A LOVE LETTER...

I Would Write You A Love Letter, 

but there's not enough paper 
to write down everything wonderful about you-- 
the way you laugh, talk, smile
the way you do those little things 
that make me so crazy about you. 


I Would Write You A Love Letter, 

but there aren't enough pencils 
or pens or ink to put down 
how you make me feel-- 
how you make my heart beat faster 
and my breath catch whenever we're close, 
how you stay with me although your so far
like a love song I can't get out of my head. 


I Would Write You A Love Letter, 

but there aren't enough hours 
or day or lifetimes 
to describe all you mean to me-- 
the way you've changed my world 
and made me dream things 
I never dared to dream before. 


I Would Write You A Love Letter, 

but I can't 
Im to busy loving you


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.


Details | Free verse | |

An Ode To A Friend

We met in 8th grade...We became great friends and
Years later,

She Dared Me To Write my First Poem January 21, 1948...we were both 16...I on January 9th and she on January 20th same year.


"I bet you can't write the second verse to this poem!" she said to me in sassy manner...

She shoves a note book page to me with a scribble in her handwriting.

The title was "I Love To Dance!"

How absurd I thought, after all, I was a "singer!"


Without hesitation I took the paper and began to write..."I'd love to be held close in your arms where only I could share all your charms..." 

I followed with a few more line of "poetic bliss", to my thinking, and her respone was..."How did you do that?"

I replied, hands on hips, "Well you wrote the first so I wrote the second!"

Eloise replied in evident astonishment, "Girl, mine was from a song sheet!"
We fell out laughing as any 16 year olds would do.

Of course, I've written thousands of poems since then and I often say, "It's like breathing to me!".

My friend Eloise will be laid to rest tomorrow, March 16, 2013...Such a sad song for me. We stayed in touch over the years and often still laughed about that dare for me to write a second verse...Who knew?!

Cynthia
My heart is filled with the sorrow of Eloise's demise
Yet I sing still


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My Motivations in Poetry

My love of poetry started when I was still a five- year old child When my parents asked me to memorize verses and rhymes With all my feelings and actions, I recited my poems in front of a crowd Innocently receiving adulations but not a handful of dime The first piece I memorized was entitled, “Cradle Hymn” I was a small girl sent in a poem competition, so naïve When I’ve grown up , I realized it’s a song lyric with Christmas theme So, I sang it and started to develop my good voice quite a bit When I was a teenager, I memorized speech and declamation pieces My teacher sent me in a poem contest for a campaign against drug addiction I tried to deliver my piece like a candidate for a star award actress Acting like a drug addict teenage girl longing for parents’ love and attention As years went by, I turned out to be quite a flirty lady With puppy love and sweet crushes to some guys around me When one of them got me, so happy until I forgot all about reciting poetry Relationship went long but when we broke up, it created another life’s story All my heart brokenness has turned me out to be a poem writer I also wrote few poems for my family, dreams and for close friends’ requests My passion of poetry blazed and turned out to be greater When I found a writing spot, motivated and inspired by my friends-the great poets
Feb. 6, 2013 First Place Contest: Who What Where Judged: 4/23/2013 Sponsor: Poet Carol Sunshine Brown


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Beautiful Redhead aka: Irish Princess

 Dating a beautiful redhead girl will be the greatest moment of my life. She’s like an Irish princess, even better. Her hair is so red, it’s as if she’s on fire. Her beautiful eyes are like a pair of emerald gems when I look at them. And her pale skin is as beautiful as pure, white snow. It seems to me that all attractive redheads are amazing, and most of all, they’re down to Earth. This redhead is also like a beautiful, Irish Princess, even from the Emerald Isle (Ireland). I never dated an attractive redheaded girl before, but it’s about time that I did. Plus, there are other beautiful redheads who are famous, like Kay and Danielle Panabaker, Emma Stone, Hayley Williams, Lindsay Lohan, Lily Cole, and others. Not to mention Julienne Moore, even though she’s happily married. I wouldn’t mind dating a beautiful redhead, but she has to be from the U.S. or Ireland. She’s like that redheaded warrior from Brave. She’ll be my Irish Princess one day (Irish girlfriend), and I’ll be her American prince (American beau). I say, if I were to get into a serious relationship with this attractive redhead, I won’t break her heart; I’d also be honest and truthful to her. I know that female redheads are sensitive and I also know that she doesn’t want to be brokenhearted. All I know is that if I fall in love with a redhead girl and I become infatuated with her, there’s just no telling.


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My Beloved

Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can 
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I 
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings. 
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago.  After graduation they both 
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people 
sometime later and raised their young families.  All this time their love remained 
silent, waiting, yet strong.  Today, their children are adults and about to venture on 
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed 
very soon.  I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her 
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly 
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved.  Thank you for your 
consideration of my request.

My Beloved, Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings! Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy! Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste! For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart! One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us I will lose myself in you and you in me forever! No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you When I consider the paths which we have traveled I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day! In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea ‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion, Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
03/05/11 Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest *Very True Story!


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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


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Child poet

The raw delight and 
wonder of an eager 
child-poet lay scattered 
across the floor.  

A baby's coo squeals from 
the aging pages babbling
forth childish nonsense while
tired cliches wind lazily through
trite rhymes lacking lyrical luster.

Still, each precious verse endears 
me to the memory of a precocious
youth when poetry was simple 
and an unspoiled world
lay bare age old secrets
calling out to be discovered.


Author's commentary:  

I don't remember what inspired me to write my first poems, but there was always something about
language.  Something profound, something powerful, something pure.  

I had no natural talent, and thankfully I didn't know it for I might have given up.

But eventually, and by sheer accident, I pieced together something that worked proving
poetry is not reserved solely for those with the predisposition but is also born of
passion, study, and discipline.

It was 15 years of frustration and tears as poem after bad poem was ripped to shreds by
seasoned writers with invaluable, albeit sometimes harsh, advice before I created anything
worthy of being read.  But I am in love with poetic art so have persevered with humility
and gratitude in the face of rejection until finding a rhythm of my own.  And though a bit
of time may sometimes pass before I am moved to write again, the words eventually spill
forth, and with a bit of luck and ingenuity, I will write a profound piece of insightful
prose stirring pride in the hearts of my mentors whose opinions I hold so dear.

For me, it has never come easy but with a deep-rooted love for the art and an obsession
for one day authoring a single, perfect verse, I hope to be unified in spirit with the
ghosts of poets past inspiring and encouraging others to keep the craft alive.


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Shakespeare Doesn't Like Your Emo Poems

I had a cat name snowball
she died!
she died!

my mom said she was at the vet
she lied!
she lied!

....

Just Kidding!


Oh no!
Look at this joe
Face on the desk cause he's writing so low
Lifted his head and what did I see:

Oh wah! wah! wah!
Mommy didn't love me!

Saw another girl and her mouth was so cringe
Seem like the pen in her hand wasn't able to unhinge
and I walk passed her and saw some or her words:

life is so lonely
I want to blow some coke
father doesn't know me
people think i'm a joke

Holy ghost and holy spirit!
Why are people so sad?
I thought the guy was A.D.D ing
And the chick was on her rag

I understand that life ain't full of win
But just loathing in it is as bad as a sin!

Cutt-ing yourself
Drink-ing to death
Bin-ging on drugs

So you could feel that "close"
That out of body experience where you leave that "ghost"

Grabb-ing a pen
leave-ing a note
Commit-ing a suicide

If I read more of this depressing stuff I think I will cry!

Listen love
go and feel pain
So your girlfriend dumped you
Then go to the strip club and make it rain!

Uh-oh girl
just lost your job
so now your broke
So go out and shake your ass for some handsome bloke!

I understand if you
get upset
have regret
and want your life to be pushed for reset

but when you go through that you
grow up more
see to explore
find out that you could high again sore!

So write me a love poem with no break up
Write me a story of that one day of endless luck
Give me a riddle where the cow goes mooo
That's right be silly!
Shakespeare doesn't like your emo poems!
I wouldn't too!






ps: hey guys! it's late! and the later it gets the weirder i get!(well it's 3am for me, 
idk what time it is for y'all) :D
anywho we all have written our share of emo poems ( i know i have!
heck i still do!) I just couldn't help myself to write this, especially since 
my motivation was a shirt i saw that actually said "Shakespeare doesn't
like your emo poems." ( with picture of Will annoyed as heck XD)
...
no not Will Smith :p


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Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




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Invisible Ink

"My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear" – A Rambling Poet

Someone once said, “Write not what should not be read…”
He never knew what to do otherwise
for his pen was his only friend, and paper, his face
of which emotions made themselves known

Forbidden love touched his heart,
never knowing ‘til then that it could be 
the ink for which his pen would write

He seized that passion
and wrote ‘til his fingers bled, mindless of the pain,
numb with love.
The pain was superficial after all, just blood on skin
A flurry of letters that grew strength on secrecy…

Ah, but someone once said…
“Write not what should not be read…”

But how badly he wanted to be read…
the only problem is that word called
Betrayal.

Love reveals, love betrayed;
hearts betray, hearts revealed.

It was all a ruse,
to let slip secrets that were never meant
to be known.

The pain now draws from the heart,
bleeding him dry, reaching his soul
to dehydrate him some more,
‘til Death becomes his friend.

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-

She receives one last letter in the post
-a blank sheet, wrinkled…warped

Was it invisible ink?
On the contrary,
its message was loud and clear.

No words needed at all, just
pure sorrow of a heart and soul 
that wept

…her tears stain that paper now,
never enough to smooth it out.







August 14, 2011  149a219 
--nikko 
for Constance’s Just Write contest :)


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This Poem

i write this poem to pass away the time
to make me forget that loving her was a crime
i sit here and type these endless awkward rhymes
to help me cope during the darkest of times
 
i write this poem to help my mind forget
to stop my eyes from crying, from getting wet
stop tears that flows when i am upset
i wish that she and i had never met
 
i write this poem because its all i can do
with a heart so sad, a life that's so blue
i wish that my love for her wasn't true
i wish i could live a life that is different and new
 
i write this poem that does not make any sense
about a feeling that is so hopelessly intense
i write it without even a trace of pretense
this is my last stand, my last line of defense
 
i write this poem to bid her goodbye
to my existence she will always be the reason why
though to my messages she won't reply
i will always love her until the day i die


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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-


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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.


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Thinking Of You

I remember happiness,
No more,
No less,
Only true love.

I imagined,
You beside me...

I remember your eyes,
I remember your lips,
I feel your love,
I know your life...


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The Princess of Beauty

                         Please, write a letter to me.Describe your feelings.
                              What do you think about, a time like this?
                    Write down your heartache, and write down your songs.
                            You first travelled to Paris, and then to Nice.

              When you arrived at the Rivieran, you kissed the seashore for me.
                    I´m dreaming of dancing the flamenco with you, in Spain.
          I would like to kiss you in Barcelona, and the sculptures would watch.
               They would like to get us married, but you´ve still got your pain.

              Once in Nice, but now in Venice, and probably hidden in a gondola.
                     Is that the place, where your dreams will become true?
                      Is that the town of arts, which will change your visions?
                    Venice by the waters, but are your paintings gonna be few?

                           And finally, in Greece, you felt the warm breeze.
                          You walked in the old footsteps of ancient poets.
               You, the Queen of poetesses, who always are rhyming by Athens.
                  She, the Princess of Beauty, who has caught me into her nets.

                      
                      
                      
                       


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The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


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My Story Telling Can You Trust Me

Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle

It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die

She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them 
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward

The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true

Next: My Story Telling,  Who is this Princess


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Haikus About God: V

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


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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?


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I am not SAD

I am not sad!


While most of my poems may be SAD
They reflect the experiences that I’ve HAD
I promise you I am not MAD
In fact most days I feel GLAD

Whenever I do feel DOWN
Or sadness is AROUND
When pain and fear are ABOUND
I write to release my inner FROWN

My writing is the skeleton KEY
To all things that make me - ME
It opens the door and sets me FREE
To document my life’s JOURNEY

I write today to tell you SO
Just in case you did not KNOW
My memories are clear and PLAIN
On my journey there’s both joy and PAIN

SOME OF IT I JUST CAN’T EXPLAIN
SOME ANSWERS I MAY NEVER ASSERTAIN


Happy memories are all I SEE
When I reflect on my girls and ME
They fill my heart with such JUBILEE
And now my life has UNITY 

Alaya and Saen adore me SO
I love them and this they KNOW
They repaired my heart and helped it GROW
In their eyes I see love’s GLOW

A love like theirs is INCOMPARABLE
This makes the pain of my past - BEARABLE
They fill my spirit with joy and GLEE
They are the reason I was meant to BE

Each and every day I PRAY
I look in the mirror and I SAY
Thank you lord for this DAY
Watch over my children as they PLAY
And please show me the WAY
To be a better person - TODAY

This eases the sadness in ME
So I can live and be HAPPY!

Lay


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Selfish Wish

Selfish wish

I kept without even thinking about how you felt. I'm greedy, selfish, crybaby, self harming and what more you put up with all of those things for so long. How come it took me so long to realize it? How come it hurt now that I've let you go and can never forgive what I've done?
I can't believe how much I'm missing you. But I could never tell you the truth, why? Because I am to prideful to egotistical to even admit that my heart is torn, that my mind goes blank whenever I think of you, that if I was ever asked myself if I missed you I would say "No, I hate him with all my heart" but in my heart I know I'm missing you to death. I'm doing this for my own selfish gain, even if it means hurting you in the end I'll do it if it meant saving you. I don't mind becoming the bad guy, being the person everyone hates if it meant making you smile. It been to long since I've last seen you I wonder if you smile, I wonder if you laugh, I wonder if you cry, I wonder if you even think of me while your with her. I guess it can't be helped, I brought this upon myself and I'll keep hurting you.
I know I'm going to run from you because every time I see you leaving I want to grab you and tell you never to leave me again. But I'm trying to save you, your smile, your laugh, and the happiness you gained with your own hard work. What am I saving you from? Myself of course.


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Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


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Stanzas of Love

I write of celestial moons and flying carpet rides,
Of seasonal hues and rising tides.

I write when golden light fills the skies,
And emerald hills enchant my eyes.

When the aroma of thulian roses scents the air
And wind blows the willows like Pele’s hair.

I write of all things that remind me of you,
How I’m sheltered by your shadow in all I do.

When I hear the call of a turtle dove,
I smile at the mellifluous voice of the man I love.

As a glowing garnet sun sets on a calm sparkling sea
Your love songs will echo eternally.

Our love will remain pristine and pure
As our souls combine and forever endure. 

© January 20, 2013

For 'My Valetine' Contest Sponsor: Suzette Crous

Decodeing secret message:
This message is to my mate when we met on one of my flights, hence the
flying carpet rides. The tides are because we live on an island in the Pacific.


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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


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Life's Emotions

when it comes to stress I grin and bear it
love I will welcome with arms wide open
patience in waiting rooms I often sit
always hoping for knowledge be sharpen

living with all these emotions is hard
and each one of us has a bunch of these
for hate and anger I always discard
keeping emotions in check is no breeze

serenity is the ultimate goal
negative emotions may prevent it
and they tend to darken are very soul
peace of mind wouldn’t even cost a bit

for me poetry helps me keep it straight
my future is always my to create


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome 2013

Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome. 
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome. 
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.


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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 | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

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


Details | Clerihew | |

Not, yet

I dreamt myself as poet-frog
And good Fancy` Fairy
Would stoop to pick my verse…
But she didn`t come.


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A Ride With Mom

A Ride With Mom


All alone in bed
Tonight I am dreaming of the dead

Mom and I were in the car driving
I had no idea where we would be arriving

It was a sunny day
Mom didn’t have much to say

Then suddenly I awoke
This ride was no joke

All these questions in my head
This always happens to me with a visit from the dead

What did Mom want to tell me
Did she just want to share Thanksgiving Glee

So now Mom’s presence in my dream
Sends me to my desk to write down my mental stream

I haven’t dream’t of Mom in years
Not since the Funeral Fears

It’s Two AM in the mourn
Writing this poem is this how Love is born

I will tell my new Lady Friend
About my dream and what I have penned

Did Mom want to hear about Caroline
The Spanish Mexican Beauty who is Divine

Long Luscious Black Hair
A Beautiful Face Beyond Compare

An Angel’s Voice
I have no choice

Her spell is starting to take hold of me
The sight of her can send any man to his knee

Her aroma is intoxicating
I think she is much more than a Fall Fling

Saturday I will give her a purple and white rose
This woman has driven me to write prose

Well I guess it is my turn to take a Female Chance
Maybe we will both find romance

Is this why Mom took me for a ride tonight
To show me my search for Love is finally in sight

Only time will tell if Mom is right
That Caroline will be my darling delight


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Haikus About God: VI

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


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: IV

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


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YOUR LIFE DOESN'T HAVE TO BE EMPTY

As God guided my hand to write this poem with black ink.
With love and favor He gave me words to write this in a wink.
I’ve learned that an empty heart has no compassion;
But an empty heart gets no satisfaction.
Some of us see no meaning or purpose in life.
I think because we stressed with problems and strife.
Most people appear happy and confident.
But many people still try to fill up their own void with achievement.
Faith in the life of a person is that the word must become a living force within the 
soul of a man.
I put this in the poem hoping you can understand.
My mother always told me this, “that an empty heart doesn’t care,  
“And definitely that a empty heart has no love to share.”
I’m not selfish but I'm doing this for me.
So I can be free and just let be.
See a part of me knows what to do.
But another piece of me has no clue.
In my life I'm making my own path.
I've sat around for days and done the math.
Having faith and believing is the only thing that keeps me going,
So I just keep positive people and things around me that is what keep me moving.

Romans 3:19-20  Now we know that whatever the law says it speaks to those who 
are under the law, so that every mouth may be stopped, and the whole world may 
be held accountable to God. For by works of the law no human being will be justified 
in his sight, since through the law comes knowledge of sin. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Could I

Could I  write in poetry
You would be the theme
All that you mean to me
The answer to my dream

Could I write a love song
To tell you how I feel
Put myself where I belong
To sing these feelings real

Could I wake each dawning
To eyes that held and shared
That promise of the morning
After two hearts openly cared

Could I ever live without you
The obvious answers no 
For you are my wish come true
And travel where ever I go

Could I write in poetry
Could I write a love song
All words would be sincerity
And place them where they belong





Details | Free verse | |

My Heart Sings

As the first rays of sunshine
wakes me out of my sleepy slumber,
I sat up in bed and looked at my hands.
The taste of stale cigarette smoke of cheap red wine
stained my taste buds.
I walked out of bed,
turned on the radio
(to the classical station)
and my heart beats to the tune
my life and soul smile as the sun shines in my room.
I hear God whispering in my ear
I hear all the words of the world
talking to me,
and I can hear my heart sing a little.
I read my poetry,
get dressed go for a walk,
I smile at the faces that I pass;
The cars I pass,
the houses,
the trees,
the dry lawns,
burnt and that have not been watered in days.
I smile at them and they all smile back,
and my heart sings a little,
and I dance to its simple tune.

My heart sings and I dance too:
slowly melodies,
fast jigs,
rapid jazz and swing music
and waltzes to the chopin masterpieces,
and the romantic stories, novels, the poems,
that fancy your mind with its ryhme schemes,
and after I read such romantic beauty
I smile, and I listen closely to my heart,
and with every beat,
it lets out a verse or two, from a familiar song
that caught my ear on the radio,
and my heart sings
and I smile,
and the world smiles back.

Feeling such beauty
love and romance
it is such a good feeling to live with;
and as the night rolls on,
and the sun goes away
I sit at my desk
writing poetry,
with a cigarette slowly burning away with time,
and I am stuck,
getting drunk of red wine,
I sit back in my chair,
and listen to my heart,
and he sings alittle
and I can write again.
So, there we sit together,
writing poetry,
smoking cigarettes,
drinking wine
to the strike of nine
and we both sing songs of love and romance
together forever.


Details | Free verse | |

I Fall in Love

I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,
with the touch of your cheek to mine.
Every time I see the sunset during work breaks
it makes me smile because today I have something to live for.

I fall in love with graying hair and age lines,
with low tides and the days that my feet reach the coast;
your hazelnut eyes and mud hands that make me look so silver.

I fall in love with broken souls, and bent perspectives,
with a caterpillars slow crawl and my mother’s sweet mercy.
You found a gold quarter today.
So ecstatic you were to see rarity.
I fall in love with chemistry, infrequency, 
the way you move so softly.
Every time the worm disappears,
I pray its going home.

I fall in love with angles, geometry,
white noise, and curves.
You drew today,
the world as you see it,
cupping the wrists of the continents with your palm indentations.
You said to me, “I can save them.”

I fall in love with bright lights at dusk, cold rooms, and warm blankets,
with wind storms, and how the thunder calls back the lightening.
Every time I see you,
see this,
I fall in love.

 

Love Poem - 29 by Chris D. Aechtner
Line used - I fall in love with broken daffodils, bent daisies,

I Fall in Love by Katie Pukash





Details | Ballad | |

My Morning Dew

If I had luck with a guitar
I would pluck you a gentle tune 
If I had been blessed with a soothing voice
I would play you the sweetest melody

I would carve you an effigy of love
If my hands were humbled with the Skillman ship of a sculptor
I would your statue place at the centre of my town
With the sweetest caption known to the statue race on it

I would with the brightest colours, to reflect your charming smile,
Paint a portrait of your beautiful face
If the gods had favoured me with a painter’s talent
I would hang your Mona-Lisa like portrait in all the museums in the world

I would dare the fires of Mordor
Just to mold you the most glistening pieces of jewelry
The purest of a golden ring with the biggest diamond
A Hollywood girl would forever dream of I would make you

Or I would bring you the freshest roses
The smelliest of their kind
If only I had enough to have my own orchard
I would grow you pink and red roses in my back yard

I would stuck you a pile of riches in your pillow case
Then I would surprise you to open it when you wake
That would be if I had a good fortune
To spoil my honey dew with abundant life

But I am a frog with a guitar
My hands are too weak for a sculptor
A blind man would outshine me at a game of paint and brush
The fires of Mordor, ho! I wish the Hollywood supermodels would envy your golden ring
But I would never muster enough bravely to dare the ever blazing flames
I would indeed collect the sweetest pink and red roses
But I lack even my own daily bread to own an orchard
That goes even for the fortune I wish I would surprise and spoil you with

I however have muse’s abundant gifts in my quill
Thus with it I scribble you this poem
To soothe you my honey
To pluck you that tune from my virtual guitar
To carve you the effigy of love
And paint you the Mona Lisa of your own
To endow me with the courage to dare the furnaces of Mordor
And bask in the fountains full of rose’s red and pink
For in my virtual world I have all the riches to spoil you with
And with muse’s gift I with this quill
Scroll you this piece my morning dew


Details | Free verse | |

What Shall I Say

I hear the call of friends but I am slow to harken, 
What shall I say what would you want to hear? 
I will not write of Erotic images, I will not spew phony 
flowery words. I will only write the truth, what is in
my soul. I have written of the Love that we all should
have for one another, I have written to bring a smile, I
have written of loss, pain and struggle. Do you think me
too sagely, an oracle, a seer, a paradox, a riddle?
I am an enigma, a vision you cannot see, a word you do not
understand, a sad song too hard to sing, a thorn that pricks
at you, a dream that is never understood. This life is about
caring, giving, learning, sharing. I am the one that will
not be loved, a nuance, a shadow, a whisper, a tear shed,
one forgotten, a bitter taste. What shall I say, can I ease the
pain, take away the troubles, brighten lives? Nay I cannot, If I
could this world would be a haven of love, bliss, harmony, a 
paradise, a comfort, a healing, a revelation. What shall I say?

My time here grows short and my heart is sad and broken, I 
have no inspiration to write anymore. The words that come out
are too hard to write, too hard to read, a vexation of spirit, a sound 
that is disturbing. This may be the last verse that I ever write my
soul is in despair, I have lost the desire to ponder on the things 
of this world. The thing that you should know is that I love everyone
of you. What else can I say?


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 | |

Then and Now

Sometimes I miss the manual act
of writing verse by hand,
and that smudge of blue ink
on the side of my palm.
I miss the cramp of writing
too quickly--
yet too slowly in a race of thoughts.
 
But, I must admit, I love the sight 
of fingertips flying as ideas ignite. 
I even love that incessant sound
as fingertips flutter and falter and pound  
across the keyboard.

But my favourite part is the part that won't change,
that universal drum of fingers
on any surface at all, 
tapping to the beat of spinning thoughts 
that somehow weave a web 
of intricate plots.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Is Louder

Love they say is louder than hate.
But I think that it’s a shame,
That only holds true when you have a pretty face.
Maybe I’m a disgrace,
For saying such a thing,
But think about your life and how true that *****rings.
And I cannot deny what this mirror is reflecting,
What’s standing in my way is only one thing.
It was beauty killed the beast,
In famine it will bring feast.
And sideways glances, second chances, you’ll get those at least.
But what about me?
What about us?
It’s power like money,
It drives greed,
it drives lust.
So what about you?
What can we do?
All I can hear,
The sounds that make the world disappear.
Love is louder than hate, but I can’t hear it from here.


Details | Free verse | |

September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


Details | Free verse | |

My Notebook

Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book


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What Did You Dream Last Night

I blow my Saxophone strictly for the pleasure...Its my gift from God one of my many Treasures.
      Took care of all eight of my children; Some have college degrees.....I take things
like they come,never hard to please.  Took care of my dear ole dad tho he neglected me.
Used to steal moonshine,to help my ole granny.  Long ago I did that stuff, myself still a
boy. No small stuff do I sweat ,No strangers have I met. Work hard,hard play,moving
obstacles out of my way.I love my wife, I love my life "Hey what did you dream last night!
God I love my music:My music I love by God! Seventy years old I am,still working in the
mines.  "Hey what did you dream last night" When he hits the number he's doing what God ask...doing what God loves,sharing and caring; Blow David ...Blow Your Horn,against all odds,against all adversaries. What a good brother! Hey that's my husband! Hey that's my dad!..Hey that's my uncle Dave,loving his own and others. Passion is his saxophone. He said to write a poem,especially for him..I call him uncle Dave, you see,but he's really a GOOD FRIEND! 

                                                     End poem
Dave ask me to write this Poem

..he's amazing! And he is still working in the salt mines,playing his saxophone,playing
numbers,and house painting on the side..And asking what you dreamed.












                                                



 








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A Poem for You -First Collaboration with Michael J Falotico-

A Poem for You By Michael J. Falotico & Dinda Minardi
(Finished in August 14, 2011) ~Dinda~ Same like yesterday of yesterdays, I sit under this three He sits on the woodenbench Before, he just him in the same ways Then unique him set free Tastes like dewy meets thirsty to drenched I’ve sighted his eyes, down to nose, slide onto his lips How come a stranger makes me beat my heart faster? I can’t imagine if he talks to me, can I bear the shock waves? I wonder, when will I get that eager to see his face closer? My underestimation has been impressed wider I used to be a talker. With him around, I’m only observer What can I say, I am now an admirer Atleast this park provides me air that's clearer So I can still be sober ~Michael~ A day in the park seems to take a change.. I try to write words but they spill out strange.. This blank page is being played with by the sun.. Shadows crawl up and down but none with fun.. My eyes travel past the wishing well to a tree.. A smile that shines but I only wonder is it for me.. All these words I write she can't see or hear... My legs are frozen from this beauty I fear... ~Dinda~ Who is he? He robbed my breath and blocked my sanity Could he be? The one who’ll keep me from uncertainty Or it’s just my brain mutiny because I want him too badly? How should I know? My self-esteem suddenly low Should I start it first, or would it only make out worst? What a perfection he has, I can only gasp By his all I sigh, while my hands sweating on my lap ~ Michael~ Well she is moving closer, what should I say? I will tell her I'm drawing a picture of today.. When she see's there is no paint only words and letters.. I answer "I have drawn a poem of you" which I feel is better.. With no words we kissed and smiled for hours.. I flipped the page over and drew you a flower... *I had fun in this collaboration. It was my first collaboration and I feel honored to collaborated with such sweet poet like Mr. Falotico. I hope you enjoy! :)


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 | Free verse | |

Drunk in the City of Angels

Drunk in the lost city,
lost in the vase beauty of the angels
drunk, smoking on park benches.

Freaks, trannys, whores and pimps,
looking at me;
a one of a kind.

No one has ever seen me on the streets of L.A.,
beacause I am a one of a kind,
a gentleman, a drunken buffoon.

I hurl myself at the bars,
and the whores look at me and smile,
and I wave them over, and they come.

40 bucks for a night a good fun,
a night of exotic pleasure,
in the heart of the sleeping angels.

Drunk walking,
two in the morning,
police stop me, sleeping on a park bench.

Warm always warm,
never cold,
the city that is lost.

A city known as the city of angels,
yet how many devils I have counted.
How much evil I have seen,
how much temptation rules in the gutters.

Walking drunk on madness,
in this dirty city,
as I look for a bar before last call.

I find one,
I go in,
order a beer.

I drink with pleasure
I start to write,
I light a cigarette and smoke.

A grey cloud forms around me,
"Last call for alcohol," the barkeep shouts.
I raise my hand, he comes over.

"What will yah have?" he asks,
"Another beer and my check."
On the house, free drinks, on the house.

After a night in the city of angels,
I find myself a cosy park bench,
and fall asleep, dreaming of the angels I had never seen.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Need You

I need you
To clutch me tight and
Wipe my tears away.
Telling me 
‘I know it looks bad but it’ll get better’.
 
I need hope
To come along and
Recuse me from 
The ceaseless
Pit I recurrently fall into.
 
I need someone
To be there when
I have my blade.
To say
‘Don’t damage your beauty’.

But you aren’t there.

You don’t listen;
Not to me.
I’m never there for you,
You completely
Shut me out.
 
As if I don’t care.
Like I’m not good enough.
Too pathetic; too worthless.
Not worth
The trouble.
 
So no one takes 
My blade from me.
And the angry lines slash
My arm
In every direction.
 
So there is a hopeless void
Inside of me, 
That grows bigger
Every day.
As you push me further away from you.
 
And I cry, 
Every night I cry myself
To sleep. Focusing on beaten
Broken hearts.
Because without you there is no reason to go on.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Senior Moment

The doctor told me to write things down because of my failing memory.
I was about to do something, but now I've forgotten. 
Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to get something to eat.
"Dear?" I asked my wife, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Thank you. Yes I would" she replied to me.
"Better write it down," she continued to say, 
"You've probably already forgotten what happened yesterday."
"I can remember to get you ice cream," I said, "I don't need to write it down."
"Well I want whipped cream on it too," she went on to say, "You had better write that down."
"Ice cream with whipped cream," I said, "I've got it. I don't have to write it down."
"Could you then please put chocolate syrup over it with a cherry on top," she asked, 
"like we used to do when we first met?
You best write all of this down Dear because I fear you're most certainly going to forget."
"I Won't Forget Dear!" I said in my best loving stern voice, 
"Now allow me to go and fetch you your ice cream."
I know she means well, but she can drive me batty as hell
Good thing I love her. Ya know what I mean?
I shouldn't have been so stern. I love her so much. 
60 years of marriage is something to boast.
To absolve my guilt I shall serve her royally and be the most gracious host.
I'll serve her with this elaborate serving tray 
with a single red rose placed in a vase
and as I placed the serving tray before her, I say, "Your Highness." 
and then I'm pale as a ghost.
The look she gives to me is disappointment obviously.
It wasn't the look that I had expected at most.
"Did I forget something Dear?" I asked looking at her beacon and eggs.
To which she replied, " You always forget the toast."
I'm sorry Dear," I say with my smile turning to frown.
"You  were right all along. I should have written it all down."


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Lyric | |

I Can't Say It Without You

I was your never ending composer
We spent many a nights, and many an hour together
But now you’re lost inside
And I can’t find my way, again.

( chorus )
Cause I can’t say it without you		
It hurts to be without the feeling		
Never knowing when it will return		
But I know that you would stay with me	
If you came back, again some day		
But till then I’ll wait till you appear.	

I really miss the way you make me feel
People said we were meant to be together
Why’d you leave me so unexpectedly
I hope you come back soon.

( Chorus )

It’s been two months since I’ve written you
All I’ve got to show is crumpled bits of paper
The passion and creativity is now gone
So come back home so I can work it out.	


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.


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 | Sonnet | |

Life of Pleasure

In nineteen-ninety-nine I found haikus
and love of poetry was beginning
I admit none of this is front page news
I was writing more with love life thinning 

In nineteen-eighty-five I wrote something
I showed it to a friend and he liked it
instead of moving on I did nothing
two years later I knew writing was it

Yes my life has been a somewhat rough road
but I also know it can be much worse
and right now my life is in pleasant mode
I even ended up living with nurse

I never thought I would love writing this
now I know pleasure in life does exists



Details | Free verse | |

If I might be

If you want me to express,
Then let me progress.

If you love me,
Give me a break,
'Cause thinking of it,
I may not stay...

If you love me,
Let me lead,
If you love me,
Let me go deep,
If you love me,
I may love you,
If you love me,
Just let me be.

What if you die?
What if I'm gone?
Do you know me?
We all have secrets...

If you are hurt,
I might burn,
If you cry,
I might cry,
If you win,
I might lose,
If you bleed,
I might bleed,
If you live,
I might live.

We all have sins,
We all have burdens...

We can hear,
We can see,
We can know,
We can think,
We can feel,
We can comprehend.

Sorry.
Just let me be.
Because life and time aren't eternal,
They aren't meant to last forever...

Please,
Sorry.
Just let me be...


Details | Rhyme | |

The darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

The sky opens and rains your tears
Your heart is broken from all your fears
Your mind is clouded and there is no sun
You ponder perfection but I’m not the one

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

Pictures of hope adorn your world’s dreary scene
The white future is now all but a shattered black dream
You swim in the ocean of black sadness and pain
Clinging to the normality of being insane

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky

An umbrella of lies covers your once true head
You wander from the path and with others often misled
You contemplate the journey you hold in your hand
Your heart and life are your own and only yours to command

You search your soul to write your life’s story
But you cannot find the words as you sit and worry
A flash of love inspiration blinds your spiritual eye
But the darkness returns to gray your once blue sky




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 | Quatrain | |

UNREQUITED LOVE

My Pen Drips Of Sorrow And On This Paper,
I Write Each Tear.


He never told her of the love,
He held within his heart.
Though he knew she longed to hear it,
He just could not impart,

The feelings that he had for her,
Although she was his bride.
It seemed to her that if he cared,
His love he would not hide;

And so it went through all their years,
They drifted slow apart,
Lonely, sad and unfulfilled,
They each had broken hearts.

                                          Judy Ball

Aug.13,2011  For Just Write Contest by Constance LaFrance


Details | Terzanelle | |

Cold Cold Heart

My lonely soul forever stirred
deeply within this pen, within this ink
Oh I will of words write of a love spurred.

I wish of stimulus, a heavenly link
words of which I beseech one to say
deeply within his pen, within this ink.

This flame here within my soul
perceived the congealed chill of your mind
that to condemn a virgin love, one you stole.

Many there is who tell of love so blind
yet I in your love was confused
perceived the congealed chill of your mind.

A one night stand for your amusement
innocence of one never before loved
your mission a life time assignment.

Alas like the wind that onward blows
my lonely soul forever stirred
one day you will reap what now sows
oh I will of words write of a love spurred.






fools fall in love
puppets on a string...
why do we tie the knot?

© Harry J Horsman 2012     


Details | Free verse | |

First thing you should know

First thing you should know, is that this isn’t a poem, this isn’t a story, this isn’t a 
song,
these are just words I write to hopefully ease the pain.
Alone, bitterness, horror, emptiness, loss of basic will.  How is it you could do this to 
me, how can your absence leave me so bereaved to the world.  I try to smile, but it 
never reaches my eyes, I try to laugh but it never reaches my heart.  It’s like your 
absence has left a damn in my veins, blocking any emotion, but pain to pass through.  
How is it your absence, can so drastically change my daily life.  How can I sit in a 
house surrounded by loving caring friends, and still feel utterly alone. How is it that I 
couldn’t explain how much I loved you, and now I can’t seem to explain how much 
this hurts.  How could we go from being so perfect, that our friends envied us, to 
feeling like were better apart.  How does the alcohol, and cigarettes not dull the 
pain.  Hell for that matter what can.  What can make the absolute horror of losing the 
one thing that made everything worth it, go away.  How do you go on when you lose 
that.  If I feel like I could never have left you, that I would have always tried, but u 
left me, does that mean it was all one sided.  How could it be so easy for you to 
move on, whilst I’m still crippled by pain.  And if it was only one sided what does that 
mean for me, if you were THE ONE but I wasn’t yours where does that leave the rest 
of my life.  Am I doomed to walk this plane in misery.  Will I be much like this 
computer I sit in front of, lonely, devoid of all meaning until someone has a use for it, 
operating only because someone else tells it too.  But then again, what if it wasn’t all 
one sided, what if I was THE ONE for you as well, what does that mean, will I find a 
way to get back to you, how long will it take, what will it take, is it possible.  
Everyone has a story of loss and of pain, but for some reason I don’t believe they 
understand, much the way they didn’t understand our love.
First thing you should know, is that this isn’t a poem, this isn’t a story, this isn’t a 
song,
these are just words I write to hopefully ease the pain.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Cup of Poetry

who’d ever thought I would love writing this
I never thought of myself as writer
I blame Robert Carson for doing this
Sometimes writing can be an all-nighter

it helped me through some adjustments through life
Mister Carson taught me more poetry
at times it led me to finding a wife
my life is good and I love this country

lately I’ve been writing some more sonnets
at first I thought they were too much for me
and writing one doesn’t take much minutes
whenever I am writing I am free

I’ll have a cup of poetry today
I’ve worked plenty who says writing is play?


	 


Details | ABC | |

Grey Bird

On that cloudy weekend in June 
I hear a soft and graceful tune 
from the grey bird on the tree 
branch 
Singing sweet lullabies felt 
blessed in the moment 
My body tingles of joy at sight 
Gazing out through 
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon 
Heart filled with emotion came 
over me 
Grey bird stood playing its tune 
for awhile and on the wings of 
letting go
Then as the rain fell from the 
sky the grey bird flew away 
gracefully 
I blew a kiss to the clouds and 
utterd these simple words of I 
Love You father ( who's now in 
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear 
that grey bird sing again once 
more for me 
Farewell, love your son

Poem contest for Debbie -referential


Details | Romanticism | |

Can't Love be with me for once

Can't Love be with me for once

in my life.

Can't Love for once in my life

see the way I live

and accept me for who I am

and not for what I possess.

I have seen love bounce back and forth

through the darkened streets of life

and I sat on the park benches,

alone.

I can't wait till love comes again

but can't love just be with me for once

and live with me, embrace me, to see me late at night,

come through the doors of perception.

Can't Love be with me for once

throughout the valleys of sorrow and depression

and shine its glorious face onto me,

like the first morning rays of the sun at dawn.

I cannot understand, why

Love can't just be with me for once...

Why?

I ask you, why?

Can't Love just laugh, and talk to me

Can't the arrow of Cupid find me already.

I have found my time, now I have no love.

The beauty of Plato's words that melt of the page

as you read word for word, and my heart melts away.

Why can't love just be with me for once,

once in a great, blue moon.

Too walk through the dew sprinkled, dawn days in August

as I walk to my chamber

and ready to love,

but love can't be found.

Can't love just come already.

Show its pretty face,

Hold my hand,

kiss me and I kiss back,

to read a book of poetry to her

as she lays in my arms,

and then we shall make love

under the twilight.

The stars shall shine

the moon shall be bright and full

and I shall find love one day.

One lonely day, as I sit in the wayward cafe

drinking my sorrows away,

writing my poetry

and love shall walk through that door

I shall find her and take her by the hand

and kiss her upon her soft cheek.

I just ask,

Why can't love just be with me for once.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Want To Write A Poem

i want to write a poem

to put my thoughts in pen

but every time i try

writter's block again


i want to write a poem 

one to make you think

but every time it comes to me

i have no paper or ink


i want to write a poem 

but nothing comes to mind

so i'll write down thoughts and dreams

and see what i can find


i want to write a poem

not too dark but not too sappy

just a simple poem 

one to make you happy


i want to write a poem 

but my mind is blank

maybe its from lack of sleep

or something that i drank


i want to write a poem

but i have no clue


i want to write a poem

a poem just for you


i want to write a poem

to tell you how i feel


i want to write a poem

that says my love is real


i want to write a poem

for my darling friends

i want to write a poem

maybe i just did


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 | I do not know? | |

From Then To Now

Hand in hand we walked 
together into Reception
Nothing could stop us and 
together we were three
James and I LARP-ed Doctor 
Who for fun
We talked and laughed for 
hours
Because no stress was in our 
way
Anna and I smiled and laughed
And jumped on our bouncy 
castle
With nothing dividing us.

Side by side we walked 
together into Year 6
Some stranger stopped them to 
talk and broken we were alone
James and I talked about 
Doctor Who for fun
And we talked and kissed for 
hours
But misunderstanding broke us 
up
Anna and I still smiled and 
laughed
And joked about our bouncy 
castle
But secondary school was going 
to divide us.

With no one there I walked 
alone into Year 7
And a stranger became my 
friend and together we were 
two
Violet and I both loved Doctor 
Who
And James found Dominic
So James and I talked for mere 
minutes
And school started pulling us 
apart
Anna and I still laughed and 
smiled
Still promising to be friends 
Never letting it divide us

Suffocating and drowning I 
walked into Year 9
Hating how I was and feeling 
alone
Katie and Chloe were so pretty
And Violet so funny and all 
were better than me
James and I hardly talked or 
saw each other
But we still made the most of 
our friendship
As we were like family, stress 
couldn’t break us apart
Anna and I laughed but I did 
not smile genuinely
Because the bouncy castle was 
long gone
And our schools were beginning 
to divide us

Dead yet breathing I stand 
right now
And I hate who am I and every 
single detail
Fights broke us up and pulled 
us apart
So I can feel Katie, Violet and 
Chloe
Falling further out my reach
James moved house to a place 
unknown
And blamed me for never 
talking to him
But really it was because of my 
ex who was a girl
It was for something beyond 
my control
Anna and I were still friends; 
only by a thread
As she did not know about me
And how school broke me apart

So this is me now; I’m all alone
No longer the smiling young girl 
of reception
The only person talking to me 
is me
And the voice in side my head
You see; they all left me and 
always will
So now the only call I answer
Is that of my blades
And the darkness
That is constantly
Pulling me
Down


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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


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His Final Letter

I now lie here alone, the wounded have joined the dead
Hours pass like years, my body, in shrapnel torn shreds

My duty, my love for my country, I can no longer give
Memories knowing I have lived, are now starting to sieve

Being so far away from my family, so far away from my home
Daylight like my life, allures me to a darkening roam

 
  To my love I write this letter, my wife my lovely Serena
  My words are all I have left, in this war torn theatre arena

  Remember when I moved in next door, you were first to say hello
  And the day when you asked me out, I was too scared to go

  I know we were only eleven but something clicked that day
  Into our teens we grew, knowing I'd marry you one day

  The day of our wedding, was the happiest day of my life
  For knowing my heart was true, when I asked you to be my wife

  Thank you for being who you are, and what you made me to be
  Never wanting me to enlist, to protect the land of the free

  I'm seeing places of our past, the greens, our courting grounds
  You playing with your lovely blonde hair, twirling it around

  Serena, my love, my friend, thank you for being my wife
  Tell our kids I love them dearly, thank you for being in my life


I'm growing ever weaker, as I write through redded stains
The darkening roam allures me, the light now starts to drain




~*~ Inspired by an image created by Serena Dunaway ~*~







http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


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Saddest Lines (inspired by Tonight I Can Write... by Pablo Neruda)

The saddest lines begin tonight, with a lone soul 
Bare but for the thin veil of a pale white moonlight,
Beside myself, and taxed upon deep reflection,
For the night is starry, and my empty cup has fallen -
Shattered glass refracting even more of the stellar sky,
Mapping out the universe from THE single static point -
That is to say, finding myself amidst all creation
With nothing but time, and the realization
That I am alone.  And I cannot move on, for you are
Not with me.

On a night such as this, our story had taken root
And had blossomed from its simple magical beginnings, 
And tonight, I write my saddest lines simply
Because stories have their endings.

I remember, in nights like these
We have held on each other's arms,
That you have loved me once,
How the tenderness of your eyes radiated even from
The darkness that follows each day,
How your touch told me that you were here to stay,
How you whispered to my ear,
I was all you'd ever need;
And in my arms, I have always loved you,
And In my arms, I could have never loved you more,
Yet oh swiftly, from these arms, did you walk out that door.
The night grows colder as I bask upon the curse of your memory,
The night grows colder as I lie in fear of my forgetting.
Still, we have changed. Still, I feel the same.

You will be another's, perhaps, you are another's, 
You are away, and your love has lost itself in the distance,  
Will you be back? I've spent many sleepless nights like this one,
Begrudging the self-same sweet mendacities of your love
Which fuel the hope of your return to my arms once again.
I lie awake and waiting as the soil waits for rain,
And each day I find that you are no longer with me,
And each day I am left barren and emptied by your apathy.

(Darling, how could it be that you've once loved me?)

Tonight, I wish to say: 
That I will not love you,
That I will forget you and grow better,
That I will be strong, I will move on,

But tonight, I write the saddest lines:
You still are, 
For some reason or another,
The love of my life.

(This love is the bane of my each and every night) 

I write all of these, my darling, my beloved,
Simply because you were my everything,
And simply because you've gone,
And I pen it all to you
Because the lines burst from the well spring of my tears,
For when you have left me my love, my true...
You have simply left me with nothing else.


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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!


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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. 


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Breath in poetry

take me breath
to the freshest space

let me breathe
in freedom
in your deepest dive

escort me breath
with your tenderness

to kiss words
and carve verses

bring me breath
to my poetic  temples
there i can spell out
my heart’s vibrations

provoke 
physical thoughts
arise
promises

please 
no tightness 
no depressed

breath
collided

vocalized  tune
shared  the thoughts 
spread the love

leave me breath
leave me there
in my poetic temples


 ~ (c) Sukmawati komala ~ 
04 March 2013


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TORN PART-2

Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart 

A box full of thoughts but empty promises equal too this awful crisis can you find the solution? How much dividing and multiplying do I need to add too put smile on your face? You bother my conscience which result in silence you confused me with your lack of emotions / communications became unbalance like a seesaw/ Pain is the weight I carry on my shoulder love is a word that trigger  my Soul.

Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart
  Now you try the balance the weight from this free-fall/ Is your glass too full now I give you something too chew on You eat up I hope it’s sweet in your mouth like velvet cake now you just wait have you shaking like a penguin. Can you feel your feet dangling?  Have you ever felt cold air in July before? too many people out here play games its chess not checker Jokers! Now what your next step because now you walking on suicide precautions. Have you feeling like a blind man with no directions. I kept my eye set on my targets/ This not practice shot/ I am at the range like NRA instructor 

Torn in all places It’s a whole in my heart

Wake up   fall asleep back in the same position laying in this king size California bed.   Rotate  back in the same stands where I left you in see you are like a Street Corner you never change your location same step same person same position same mindset. Now the Preacher Preach the sermon out of Psalms  the choir sing the same song every Sunday  can I get “A MEN”  JCMT

        


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My Problem

Born to live,
Never wanting to die,
fearing death to its every limit,
as blue eyed death grabs my shoulders
and laughs with grim
and I fear death even more.
Car crashes, murders, greed and envy
takes me to a place where I can't find hope.
Laughs grow and brings tears to my eyes,
I hope off trains and dodge cars driving down freeways
taking time to sit down and look at my ways,
that push me left nor right.
Up nor down can I see the time tick away
I can't wait till I walk Jacob's ladder,
till a black demon tears me down,
and sins rip me open,
like a surgeon to a patient on a table,
Me, myself and I take time to see the wrongs in life.

Do I dare shake the vines from the dark green jungles
that tangle deep in my mind, body and soul?
I shake with vengence when time turns its face from me.
Time has no time for me
and she takes me by the hand and wastes my life away
with endless heartbreak and drunken whores and buffoons,
who care only about themselves.
The evil souls burn away,
and their blind eyes do not see what they do to others' hearts and souls.

I believe the strangeness of me is that I love too much,
and care too much to actually open my eyes and see what burns away
infront of my very eyes.
I only see what my heart wants to see
my romantic side kills me away,
while my physical being is falling apart with heartbreak and sorrow.
The strange part is,
love was never there to be found,
and the strangeness of me,
is that I love too much to see blue eyed death coming to get me.


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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.....


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my stand

Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words,
Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds.
Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought,
Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought.

Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt,
Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt.
Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines,
About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times….

Solitary nights like the one tonight,
Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights.
Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self,
Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs.


Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times,
Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines.
As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night,
Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight.

The shattered silence of the night all dark,
Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark.

 
A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear,
From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear.
My soul curses me as never before,
As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore….

Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor,
Look out for her as though I wish to go to her.
And my heart too joins the fray,
And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way.

But now as I no longer love her,
That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur.
As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves,
Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves.

like my kisses of before, she is now another’s,

Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile,
Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile

Are now not for me but for another…………….

I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love,
But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!!
Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness
I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye.

I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me,
And this is the last verse I pen for her to see


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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.


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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.


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Gone Because Of Your Fault

You said that you loved,

Though, I told you that you were lost,

Instead I was shoved.

You were in state of lust...

 

Where have all feelings gone?

Why has all innocence ceased?

Where has cherishment gone?

Why has all the laughter ceased?

Where has your hope gone?

 

Did you ever hear what I told you?

Did you ever understand?

Did you ever listen to what we played?

Did you ever comprehend?

Did you ever read what I wrote you?

Did you ever let in what the stupid world said?

Did we play just to become pawns in your game?

Did we get this far just to feel the hate?

 

My expectations deceived,

I wish I was totally happy,

Give me your reasons,

Give me a reason for all that was done,

Give me a reason to turn and run from this...

 

You said that you loved,

Instead you were in state of lust,

Give me a reason, why would you lie?

This was not discussed,

Why did you feed on me?

I was deceived by your indiscrete mind,

I was crushed by your hidden hypocrisy...

 

There were times I standed for you,

There were times I would have died for you,

The worst part of this is looking back again.

 

Know that your hate, left you without a hand to hold,

Know that when freedom seems out of my reach,

I will fight for self-liberty...

 

The conversations took a sudden turn,

And, now you are an unwanted thorn,

There's a poison drop now.

 

You wanted to earn more than you can bestow,

You were insatiable,

Because you were blinded by greed and lust...

 

Why has all innocence disappeared?

Where have all the feelings gone?

You were wanting what your eyes can't see,

Needing what your arms can't reach,

Hearing what your ears can't hear,

Feeling what you can't even touch...

 

Would you mind if I killed you?

Would I mind to get harmed?

Would I mind if you try to break my heart?

What have you done now?

 

You wanted trust, but you lied,

You wanted help, but you got lost,

You missed me when I scattered...

 

You swore an oath,

But still you were blinded by your greed and lust.

Why are we missed when the world is fading by human fault?

Why are we loved only when everything is gonna be gone?


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When a Man cries Himself to Sleep

When a man cries himself to sleep,
it is a sad sight to see,
tears roll off his cheek
and onto his bed sheets and pillow case.
When you hear his somber cries,
you can feel his pain
when he wimpers like a child who treds in fear.
No one knows what they do to a man
when they play with his emotions,
lead him on,
take advantage of him.
They don't know what they do to an innocent man
looking for love.
They break his heart that is full of love,
they stab him in the back
when he needs them at his most vulnerable moment
they laugh at him, and tease him,
Do they know what they do to a man?
They slowly kill a man, who just wants a simple kiss on the lips,
they kill a dreamer, a good man, with a big heart.
They drive a man to his bed,
with tears running down his face
and force him to dream of nightmares.
When a man cries himself to sleep, 
it is that saddest thing to see.
Goodnight and sweet dreams...


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TheTruth Of My Crime To All Soup Members Part 3

I have goals, I plan to enroll in a community college.  Get an associates degree in graphic 
design.  I plan to write a couple books.  I have a few novels in my head.  I love music still, 
singing, dancing - I can do it all.  I'm silly, funny, morbid, you can tell in my slams.  
     Now I've flirted with women on this site - I'm single, and yes I would love to find love.  I 
thought I found it, but it slipped away.  I do not "prey" on women.  I would love to have a 
good strong woman in my life.  That's why I've asked a couple to correspond via postal mail -
as friends first to get to know me.
      Soupers my times almost done.  I should not be prejudged or discriminated against!  
P.D., Nathan, SKAT I am sorry for the slams.  I guess I pushed your buttons where you guys 
would want to gossip about me,  Ain't no other reasons.  But I have nothing to hide.  I'm as 
real as they get!  
     I have not asked any women on this site for anything (unless they are my genuine friend, 
and a great friendship was already established.)  If "preying" on women for friendship, pen-
pals, possibly love, then I'm guilty!
     Some of you soupers are on my facebook!  Carolyn Devonshire is like my big sister.  
Audrey Carey is my dearest friend, whom I love, and no we are not an item.  Marty Owens is 
a dad I never had.  Laura McKenzie, BillytheKidster, Bob Hinshaw (I have good friends here 
on the soup).  And I want more good people in my life.
     SKAT was a great friend.  We collaborated on a great poem, so what happened?  Hmmm..
     Well I love you guys man.  The soup rocks, soon I'll be behind a PC screen and chat, 
webcam you guys - It will be cool anyone wishing to write please do so (And Nathan, I'm not 
going anywhere;))
     Peace and love "The Poetic Warlock"

Jimmy M. Anderson #0459587
P.O.Box 2405
Marion NC  28752


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Losing You

Crying over someone who's probably not even missing me.
My poor heart's steady crumbling like an eroded rock in the sea.
Walking around as if you haven't even crossed my mind
As soon as I get alone all this pain just reveals itself, unwinds.

I didn't think I'd lose you like this... I was unprepared.
Things like this? That's why attachment gives me such a scare.
You don't even know how much I'm hurting inside Edmond.
I'm crying again... haven't eaten... barely been sleeping.

So many ways for you to be taken from me, I didn't see this.
I'm so frustrated... I'm so sad... but not at all pissed.
My dad's reasonings are more than reasonable, I'll do as he says,
But I miss waking up to your voice... and those couple lettered texts.






I am so ...sad.


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MUSE

Amy,
It's time to get back on that horse
And stop living in a covered shell
Your comfortable cocoon of protection
Has in reality been a literal hell
It may have been hard to notice
In the beginning stages anyway
Your life's positive energy was fading
A slow down spiral day after day

So, It's time to take chances again
Replace your defeats with happy grins
Today, let go of any guilt and hurt
Decide right now to be born again

Just take it one day at a time
Share what you know is still inside
There's a wise fountain deep within
A life giving force you need not hide
Ok, It's time to make a risky move
Lay your cards out for all to see
Let this thought be your daily muse
Be the Amy you were meant to be!

3-2-14

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A Riddle


I am who I am I can tip toe through a Dancing on Ice routine While Reaching for the stars I might be the patent, keen, Steve, Asics or rocket dog However I have a sole that flatten the lawn I suppose that’s my A contribution You smiled at me The first time we met Not to forget Flamboyant Dexter threatening words “I am going to retire You Unless you go with my holiday attire” Who am I?


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Flying With The Birds

If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be

If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried

Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight

Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host

From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend

Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife

Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”

I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way 

Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard

Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend

I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse

So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end

But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I

So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds


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Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj


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The woman of my heart

Neutrality in your colour seduces me and overwhelms my pride. Originality in your words attracts me and drives my senses to you. Prenuptial agreement, I must sign, without delay. Quest no more! You are my type of girl. You are with no doubt the woman of my heart


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God is in All Things

God is in All Things

Apprehend {Understand/Perceive} That God is in all Things

For life cannot be without God within

Every single thing in life has God within

For God is the life force of all things

For God teaches us to 

See the Invisible,  Believe the Incredible, and Receive the Impossible

So Apprehend the fact that God is in all Things even you and I

LIFE is Living In Faith Ever

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
copyright 2013

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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Best Of Times

" Best Of Times "

Sitting for many minutes 
while writing on this page
it does not really matter 
my health and not my age
I love to sit and write for you
these poems that I tell
most are average while some are good
with a few done very well.

The topics that I select
really matter lots to me
writing words of poetry
for everyone to see
composing a good poem
always happens from the start
I give it my emotions
all stirring in my heart.

I write each day into the night
I am writing all of the time
my letters form into some words
creating a pleasant rhyme
some writers are much better
in their gifted writing mission
the beauty of this literature
has become my lifes tradition.

At times my writing fingers
go fast and they get hot
but I always keep them writing
and I give it all I got
I never place my pen down
because the words all come so free
I'm trying to be the very best
at writing my poetry.

I receive some real good comments
on my words of poetry
giving to all of my readers
every single bit of me
I love to write and share
my creative poetic rhymes
sharing these precious moments
is the Best Of Times...

Penned By MPK

Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion.

Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched.
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...




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The Complex Brain

4/17/2013

To love or not to love that is the question 
Do I tell him how I feel;
Do I tell him how he makes everything seem surreal? 
Or do I stand back? 
Close my mouth like I've been caught up in a trap
Or should I squeal?
You make life seem so unreal 
This is the way you make me feel
You make life so surreal until;
Reality hits me, that you are no longer mine 
And we had to say our goodbyes 
It was no longer our time to shine
But forever in my heart you remain
I try to keep my feelings domain,
But I cannot resist the urge 
Of how you make me feel.
You make life so unreal 
So surreal 
Just by how you make me feel 
Is this love 
Or is this tragedy
When will my fairly god mother come sprout
And talk to me what all my dreams are about?
Will she give me that glass slipper or will I have to ask her?
I am always scared that my life will end in disaster 
Holding on, not letting 
My hope begins to show.
You saw the vunuablitly  in my eyes,
You saw how easily I begin to cry 
So you took it further, and pretend as if it we're over 
Maybe some things are better for us than we think 
True love can make our hearts sink
And our souls grow bitter 
And our skin turns old
We were once
So brave and bold;
And now we don't even have a place to call home 


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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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I'll write you with me

I’ll write you with me
This love is not for paper and ink Lakshmi I’ll take off your clothes to write myself in thousands of touches on you on your breasts and between ur warm thighs this hot love I’ll write it with me the silence will shed tears from whispers of unspoken words this love is not for paper and ink it passes the thrill through your moist womb through the rain of fire it writes itself flying with us otherwise how would the sky know about our love Lakshmi how would the sky read about our love…


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Iksiri zehir kendim

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


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SHE

By: Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN)
Dated:15/6/2012.(Mumbai airport)

Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words,
Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds.
Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought,
Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought.

Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt,
Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt.
Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines,
About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times….

Solitary nights like the one tonight,
Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights.
Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self,
Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs.

Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times,
Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines.
As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night,
Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight.

The shattered silence of the night all dark,
Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark.

 
A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear,
From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear.
My soul curses me as never before,
As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore….

Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor,
Look out for her as though I wish to go to her.
And my heart too joins the fray,
And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way.

But now as I no longer love her,
That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur.
As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves,
Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves.

like my kisses of before, she is now another’s,

Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile,
Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile

Are now not for me but for another…………….

I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love,
But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!!
Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness
I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye.

I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me,
And this is the last verse I pen for her to see


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My Thing

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

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

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

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


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Love, Patience, and Appreciation

Emotions emerge and happiness appears.
But how can we trust our feelings when they can just suddenly disappear?
They say when you find THAT one, you'll know it is true.
Now, I believe in that. How about you?
Yes, some feelings are temporary, but that's not always the case.
If you want that feeling to be permanent,
You gotta take a risk and chase.
Nobody got what they wanted by just standing still.
Some may not realize that doing nothing can kill.
True love doesn't come easy, but it is the worth the wait.
Don't forget that when and if you get it, to let it be something you appreciate.


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REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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WRITE SOME TODAY

Make writing as a habit and addiction
Not just a hobby
Indeed you can gather more stories of your life 
By simply writing it every day
When time passes by 
Your stories would become something valuable 
Than pieces of diamond
Remember everything comes from nothing 
That later became something. 
So don’t forget to write – 
Don’t forget to write some today!





Saturday, 16 March 2013, 8:49AM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia
The poem is a reminder to us that writing everyday is important
Let Us All Save Peace. Ilyimy. Layag Sug!


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heart, mind, and soul

father time in my chest
keeper of its own pace
just skin and bone depth
influences time and space
what are we but drifters
 in an unknown

see truth in a literal
belief before my face
stars with no funeral
light will win the race
here i am, not for long
death starts at home

where is this leading?
which story could it be?
despite all my reading
writings the cup of tea
i dont need to know it all
as long as im not alone



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new begining

 
Jan2012
By Sashi. Prabhu (ZEAUOXIAN)
I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I have cheated my fears alright, I have broken up with my doubts uptight. I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more. I got engaged to my faith last night, I married my dreams at the sight of first light. I am not afraid to get up today, I am not afraid to wake up to another day today, I am not afraid to open my eyes and see today, I am not afraid to climb out of bed today. I am ready to walk into the gardens in the heavy rains, I am ready to open my nose and smell of mud from wet terrain I am ready to face the world all alone, I am ready to do anything to walk up the stepping stone. I am ready to say anything to anyone, I am ready to talk to anyone under the sun. I am ready to yell from mountain tops, I am ready to dive from ravine drops. I am ready to walk for a cause, I am ready to run to protect environmental laws. I am ready to touch taboo objects & subjects I am ready to work on regressions of y on x I am ready to understand tangled issues, I am ready to wipe all tears with tissues. I am ready to taste tropical fruits, I am ready to chop, boil and eat bamboo shoots I am ready to jump out from a moving truck, I am ready to pull my allies from loads of muck. I am ready to be creative again, I am ready to write and spill out my joys and pain. I am ready to sing and hear my own songs, I am ready to correct my own wrongs. I am ready to throw a stone afar, I am ready to play my own music for all with the door ajar. I am ready to write notes about me, I am ready to put them up for all to see. I am ready to whistle whilst I walk down the alley, I am ready to bring out tunes and them create verbally I am not afraid any more, I am not afraid any more.


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Till Death Do Us Part by Bob Braun

I must be perfectly clear, I did not write this but after reading your narrative David this old song from 1962 came to mind--perhaps "corny" for some but you epitomize truly honoring these words and in this world of convenience where most people seem to simplify their lives by eliminating emotional inconveniences---you truly lift my heart and give hope that perhaps we all might be ok because true love does exist in people like you..God Bless!

One love, one life
One dream forever
One love for one heart
Till death do us part
 
Till death do us part
Do you know what that means
As long as I live there'll
Never be anyone but you
 
And when the time comes
I pray I'll be the first
Because I couldnt live
Without you anyhow
 
Till death do us part
For better or worse
That's only a question
Which asks if I'd stick it out
If the going got rough

Well, I only have to
Think how rough it
Would be without you
And I know I could go through
Anything as long as you love me
 
For richer or poorer
Well, that's no problem
If I had all the
Kingdoms of the world
I'd still be poor without you
 
And yet though I'm poor
I'm the richest man in the world
If I have your love
 
Till death do us part
In my arms, in my heart
In my dreams and with
Every breath I take
I think of you
 
For me, you're the reason
Every new day dawns
Because I love you so much
And I always will
Till death do us part
 
One love, one life
One dream forever
One love for one heart
Till death do us part
Till death do us part

Cyndi--since I did not write this I do not want any placement but please pass this along if you feel it's appropriate, thanks Cyndi, Craig


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I Want To Say

" I Want To Say "

Three meaningful words I want to pen here
is I love you now drawn in this ink
suddenly you came to gently kiss me
now I no longer can sit here and think.

I have managed to write down the right words
that has brought you much closer to me
many failed attempts I have penned here
has finally filled both our hearts with glee.

We sat down together with pens and paper
you drew three words in hearts of red
I have so many things I Want To Say
all these words are bouncing within my head.

From my brain to my fingers all getting lost
I have this amazing feeling deep in my chest
I'm trying to write you a sweet love poem
I tried and tried and I gave it my best.

You softly told me not to worry nor fret
that you wanted to see all of the rest
so many pieces of crinkled ink on paper
trying to write you this poem is quite a test.

One by one, you went through them all
to the very last one that was once a pile
then you looked at me with a huge grin
I had to quickly return it with a warm smile.

A sudden thought went off in my head
laughing at what I had just gone through
no need to write you a sweet love poem
all I Want To Say is that I love you...

Penned By MPK

Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...

Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...


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Pessimist

How do you expect me to be less of a pessimist and more of an optimist. When you’re pessimistic about my optimism.


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If I Knew

If I knew how to write a song
I’d write one everyday
It would say that I’m in love with you
And why I feel this way

It would have to say you’re pretty
And as rare as a desert rose
It would say you’re a looker
From your head down to your toes

You are funny, dainty, fragile
And as feminine as can be
You’re smart charming lovely
And everything to me

You’re my comfort when I’m lonely
You’re my peace when I need rest
Of all the women I’ve known
I must rate you the best.

You’re the orchard in the jungle,
you’re the better half of me
You’re all of this and so much more,
you mean the world to me

Still so much is left unsaid, 
It would take me far to long
I know how much I love you, 
If only I could write a song


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Escaping Reality

     This time around, people are more likely to escape reality. Everyone has their own way 
of doing so. Good or bad, we have our own preferences of drifting into another mental 
dimension. Some people choose a positive method such as reading, exercising, shopping, or 
video games. Others, however, prefer negative methods such as drugs, alcohol, or 
sometimes debated as good or bad: sex. My way of escaping a harsh reality is less 
dangerous and more creative. Poetry helps me get emotions off my chest, showcase my 
creativity and send a message.
     Poetry is very good to me. I say this because for some unknown reason males my age 
refuse to show any sign of emotion. That is, an emotion that may label them to be as we say 
on the streets “soft”. If a person, especially a male, can show anger, rage or fury, what’s 
wrong with showing passion, joy, happiness, or love? I do this through poetry to show all of 
my emotions whether I feel rage, joy, or just plain confused.I’ve always felt a human 
wouldn’t understand me or what’s on my mind. A piece of paper is different. I can just write 
and write and not worry about negative feedback or being judged the wrong way. Every day 
I feel another emotion, therefore that’s how often I write. 
    The other way poetry helps me to escape reality: it gives me a chance to showcase my 
creativity. I am no novice when it comes to using words, big, small, antonyms, synonyms, 
and rhyming with them. With poetry I do more than write what I feel. After a year or so of 
writing I felt people everywhere would love my writing. Amazing how my method of escaping 
reality is embraced by people everywhere.
   I send a message to readers of my work. I had a slew of people send me messages about 
what they learned from my poems. They learned about life itself, pros, cons, dealing with 
emotions, relationships, and peer-pressure. I feel I am so successful with poetry because I 
have a tendency of being a deep-thinker. Just about everyone that knows me can tell you 
that. I’ve always said it’s rare you would find someone who thinks the way I do, my poems 
prove this.
  I love poetry. It is hard growing up in this generation. The schooling, the social life, the 
hunt for part-time jobs, the stress of trying to gain responsibility and still enjoy life. How do 
we balance it? How do we deal with it? How can we keep ourselves level-headed? Keep our 
head above water?  This method helps me get emotions off my chest, show my creativity 
and send a message.

	


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I Want To Say

" I Want To Say "

Three meaningful words I want to pen here
is I love you now drawn in this ink
suddenly you came to gently kiss me
now I no longer can sit here and think.

I have managed to write down the right words
that has brought you much closer to me
many failed attempts I have penned here
has finally filled both our hearts with glee.

We sat down together with pens and paper
you drew three words in hearts of red
I have so many things I Want To Say
all these words are bouncing within my head.

From my brain to my fingers all getting lost
I have this amazing feeling deep in my chest
I'm trying to write you a sweet love poem
I tried and tried and I gave it my best.

You softly told me not to worry nor fret
that you wanted to see all of the rest
so many pieces of crinkled ink on paper
trying to write you this poem is quite a test.

One by one, you went through them all
to the very last one that was once a pile
then you looked at me with a huge grin
I had to quickly return it with a warm smile.

A sudden thought went off in my head
laughing at what I had just gone through
no need to write you a sweet love poem
all I Want To Say is that I love you...

Penned By MPK

Quote: Life Is Poetry In Motion, Great Poets Reflect Emotion...

Quote: The Best And Most Beautiful Thing In The World Can’t Be Seen Or Touched
It Must Be Felt With Your Heart...


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Romantic Mush

Folks who know me are aware that I seldom write romantic mush.
Such saccharine verse is alien to me and causes me to blush!
But just this once I'll paraphrase some verse upon which you may muse.
Perhaps it'll arouse your curiosity, but as to its source I'll provide no clues!

"Ah!  How beautiful you are, my darling, there is no flaw in you!
My heart begins to pound for you - my head is drenched with dew!
Your breasts are like two fawns - like the twin fawns of a gazelle!
How beautiful you are with your delights that I know so very well!"

"You are as fair as the moon and stars, your smile brightens the dawn!
Your temples are like pomegranate halves my precious sprightly fawn!
Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of a craftsman's hands!
Thy lilting voice is as melodic as a legion of celestial bands!"

"Your lips are like a lovely ribbon and so lovely is your mouth!
Thy arms that embrace me are like a gentle zephyr from the south!
You have stolen my heart with but one glance from thy limpid eyes!
You are as graceful as the majestic eagle as it soars through pristine skies!"

"You lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my precious bride!
How I long to have you forever more walking at my side!"
'Tis beyond this mortal to write such mush or any like it thereof!
Check out Solomon's Song of Songs for more such lurid tales of love!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved


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No More

No More

Feeling abrupt,
Like a volcano ready to erupt
My soul a hurricane swirling
Around my empty mind and cruel
And forgotten soul.

Pain, feelings so strong,
It cannot be described
On a page with a pen.
I snatch the lunar eclipse
Away,
And beauty of the heart goes away,
No sight, no sound;
No pain, no sorrow;
No smile, no frown;
No anything, no everything.

A soul so black,
A heart so weak,
That love is long gone,
And will never return.

No pain is worth feeling,
And no pain such that I hold
Is worth writing away,
No use in finding love again,
When faced with heartbreak
One thousand times before.
No more pain, no more sorrow.

I shall go and sleep away the time,
Till Death comes calling my name,
And lilacs and violets litter my way,
And a single ruby hearted rose
Dries up and slowly dies away.

-10/3/2013-


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The Muse Has Gone

I think I may write, but of what I am not sure
It could a be a love verse or one not so pure
I think I would like to write a verse on love and life
But it gets so hard and can be full of such strife

What can I write for this new one-to-one
My thoughts are dried up, and now they are gone
The muse she has left me, what am I to do?
I will just send these lines, as they are now to you.

Please do not judge me, if I get it wrong
But this is a breeze, I may now write a song
A song of love or a song on what will be will be?
Come muse I beg, send a new thought down to me.

No I am not there yet, I can’t think of a new one
So I give up on this piece that was for the one-to-one.
I will do the next one when I know what to say
So this is the end of it, I will send this one your way.

© 13/01/2013

Contest Entry One To One


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Nature Excuse Me

Excuse me to dissapear and appear
When I long for her
Permit me to take her
Higher to the sky into the star

Excuse me to occupy health
Empowered with strength
To run over mountain heights
And fend roses of the earth

Excuse me to possess wings
To fly accross the globe rings
And acquire valuables
To tell her she is adorable

Excuse me nature to the rines
Help me to sink into the mines
To bring her gold
That she will forever hold

Excuse me longitivity
Endow me with precinus immortality
Then I will see her face forever
To sit beside her till the world is over


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Blessed Assurance

Blessed assurance
There's more to life than this ole' world
He is holding me
Faith in what I can't see

Left with my walls tumbling down
Calloused and bruised
My heart lay on the ground
Try as I will,
try as I might
I will climb one mountain
And through faith tell the other to MOVE!

I could be upset that things are not what I want them to be
But I know the blessed assurance
And Jesus is holding me

Lord, give me the words to write to speak
for mine are so clumsy
My heart is soft and open wide
for I found love for the very first time

The chains that held me before
They don't hold me anymore

One eve my walls came tumbling down
All my deceit lay in front of me
My face to the ground
but  this sin could not hold me
Through Christ is freedom

Oh, blessed assurance
There's more to life than this ole' world
He is holding me
My heart soft and opened wide
Yes, I found true love for the very first time

The chains that held me before
Well, no, they can't hold me anymore
Lord, give me the words to write and speak
for mine are so clumsy
Left with life so new and bright
steppin in His light
Try as I will,
try as I might
I will climb one mountain
And through faith tell the other to MOVE!


With the blessed assurance
Jesus is holding me
Faith in what can't be seen


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Written in Immortality

I open my mouth and no words come out There seems to be amazement written here She has stunned me yet again with her looks I know in her heart she surely does care She speaks to me with such love towards me I could not say even a single word I’m in awe with her beauty, with her soul I approach her, give her a hug forward She knows me, sees what I wanted to say And whispers into my ear, such sweetness I move in for the kill, and grab her warmth She sighs heavy, now she wants my weakness As one we fly to the bed, getting nude And fireworks expressed themselves tonight She sure became the most beautiful girl Exhausted we lay holding very tight I now find my words and I write them down Poetry flows like magic in the air Passion is formulated in each line I show love to her by my write I share And now we are unified through these words Unbroken bond of immortality Soothing are the lines within my poem Forever our love written, endlessly
Russell Sivey Entered into Poet Destroyer A's "Make me smile ----old/new poems" contest 3/7/2013


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Songs of Sorrowed Hearts

What makes this world go around?
What makes Death walk the Earth
and God sit on his throne and watch over us?
What makes love go around with such favour
and strut along side lonesome avenues?
What does a widow, a motherless child, a Vietnam veteran
and a boy who has had his fare share of heartbreaks,
all have in common with each other?

They were all promised a beautiful life,
free for all to love, free from the pain of betrayal
and anger.
We are what make the world go around,
I am the poet who sits and looks at love walk down the street,
and watch the blind eyes stare deep in my soul.
I am the poet, that feels the pain of a heart torn in two.
He his the poet who writes of smiles, to forget the frowns
and tears.
She is the poetress that writes of her success,
in order to forget her past that tortured her soul,
now he and she walk together writing poetry
sharing their love and smiles with the world.
But with smiles, also comes frowns,
with hearts full of love, comes hearts full of sorrow,
and someone has to stay behind and write of the bad
has to write and compose the songs of the sorrowed hearts.

We are all given love,
but it takes some whole lives to understand
the dark mystery that tags along with beautiful love.
Someone has to suffer the pain,
someone has to sacrifice his or her happiness,
so another poet can feel the beauty in happiness and pain.
I am willing to sacrifice my time and heart,
for my fellow poet to feel the smiles grow on their faces
and feel love uplift their heart,
while the black cancer tears apart mine.
I will go on, with what is left of my heart and smile,
and go into my room of creativity
and compose the songs of sorrowed hearts
for future poets, like that came before me.


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let there be light

i come in here to read your poems
too smile when i'm feeling so down  / each peom i read 
feel's my mine with ease and sometime's disbelive .
but alot ,i read it gives me hope too know that light still shines .
cause in every dark heart  there's a bright and new start.
so when you write your sweetest  peoms /or how a love in the heart went wrong let it be 
known that in here you take break from in a land of writeing so beautifuly .
from love , to life , from hope , and still  we live eachday with words we realveal. 

and as i'm leaveing for tonight to go to bed i wish you all luck and sweetdreams in your head
always write good belive in your self and be kind to others as you'd be too your self.


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Some intimacy with my muse

Ever since I met that one being
I have been lost in a world of his own
So charming he is, so elevating
That by his side, to sorrow I am no more prone

Though I know not his form, or his name
Though I feel him not physically
He makes feel like I am a real dame
All sweet, pampered and so sexy

He allowed my dreams to come true
Writing and making my verses come alive
Writing and leaving behind my steps in black and blue
Why such is the reason why I took birth, I believe

O Muse, never, oh never do leave my side
Only your charms can fill up my emptiness with pride!


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Peace to One and All

Be careful
I said carefully come nearer
Be careful
I said carefully take my sword
Be careful
I said carefully read my lip
Be careful
I said carefully draw my sword
Be careful
I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
Be careful
I said carefully send me there now...

Why do you withhold?

Be careful
Have your sword, shield it
And have your seat

Politics has not completely darken my heart
I still sense the part I belong
I know I aren't born this way
I know I aren't call to this way
I know God don't support my way-


Bloodshed day and night 
All in the name of satisfying
Whims and caprices of the few

The world led with the words of the opportunist
And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

Since you are now born again

  Be careful
  I said carefully come nearer
  Be careful
  I said carefully take my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully read my lip
  Be careful
  I said carefully draw my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
  Be careful
  I said carefully send me there now

  Why do you withhold?

  Be careful
  Have your sword, shield it
  And have your seat

  Politics has not completely darken my heart
  I still sense the part I belong
  I know I aren't born this way
  I know I aren't call to this way
  I know God don't support my way-


  Bloodshed day and night 
  All in the name of satisfying
  Whims and caprices of the few

  The world led with the words of the opportunist
  And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

  Since you are now born again

Be careful
And carefully convey my message to those privilege few
Be careful
And don't change my words
Be careful
And listen carefully
Be careful
And tell them I said...

Peace be upon thou
That values this singular word in action
Who give room for this course to thrive
And carry the day

Peace be upon those 
That gives it a chance
The Word in question is PEACE

Peace and Unity is what I preach

Carefully
Convey my message to one and all.


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breathe, suffocate


velvet tears slip down my cheek.

a gentle cry.

and the wet drops seep in the corners of my mouth

until

my lungs are full of my own salty, crystalline tears,

bringing buoyancy to boats that sail inside my veins.

as a rule, I try not to cry.

if a single tear is shed, who is to say that another will not follow?

compelling the rest to join

until I’ve immersed myself in the sea I’ve incepted,

and soon

all I see are the opalescent peaks of water colliding with my skin.


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A Lesson Learned

We tend to write when things are on our mind.
We hope and pray that in time we'll find,
Our hope of dreams and dream of hopes.
Without the Lord in our lives, it's continually a joke.
I find myself confused at times,
Maybe that's why I write these rhymes!
The things I know, and the things I've felt,
Let me know that I can't do this all by myself!!
The pot tends to call the kettle black.
When you're human like me, how can you do that?
They say that everything happens for a reason.
It really doesn't matter the time, date, month, or season.
I love my man and I know that he loves me.
Throughout time we will see how things truly be!
I've made my mistakes and will try not to make them again.
Only with the Lord in my life I know that I will definitely win.
We tend to do things that we don't have to.
Why is that? I don't have a clue.
I love you in more ways than you will ever know.
I pray that in time our love will continue to grow.
You are an Angel in my eyes.
Don't hurt me in a way that you know I will despise.
Some people say that love is love, and hate is hate.
Nothing can surpass love for it is too great.
People live and people die,
When they are born you're suppose to cry.
We rejoice when there is no more pain,
Then the Lord showers us with the sweetness of rain!!!


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An Angel in Danger

Life's gifts is of all the good and 
the bad 
Never knowing what may arise 
An angel is everlasting hope we 
long to have and to hold 
We have watched you through 
just like a hawk 
We will never give up on you 
we know you are strong 
Who the angels will pull you 
through somehow 
Where there is a will there's a 
way 
And with god looking over us 
well know we will be safe
Even tho this deadly danger of 
a disease took you over
We know in our hearts that 
steady burns yull be ok 
As a fighter like Athena (a 
warriors guide)you will grow 
stronger 
Even now we see your alot 
better 
Must be these guardians of 
heaven looking over you 
Feeling good with this is all you 
may need 
This danger none should live 
But as long as there is Angels 
up above its all you will ever 
need to pull through 
A tragic time. 
- by Brian O'Toole 
Caregiver of a cancer patient 
and friend 
Share!


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Everything and Nothing

She loved the way the salty air 
kissed her rosy cheeks,
She loved the way the warm 
blankets kept her safe,
She loved the feeling of the 
soapy bubbles against her skin,
She loved the sky just before 
sunset,
The sound of the crickets as 
they chirped around her,
The water rippling as she 
kicked her feet in the puddle,
Her family,
Her friends,
The boy who would never know 
she existed.
The boy who would never know 
what she loved
Because even though she loved 
a lot of things,
She couldn't love herself.


Details | I do not know? | |

REST IN PEACE MUM ANN BROWN 18 AUG 2011

MUM ...

WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM 


FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE 


GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND 

REGRET  FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO  SO ****ING MUCH ,

 THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING  A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST 

BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD 

YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE 

WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO 

LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE 

YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , 

IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR 

PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , 

FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR 

BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED 

YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER,

I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE.

THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU,

NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE.

IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING,

I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST,

ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE,

ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST.

GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER,

HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW,

THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM,

TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE.

ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM,

ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,

HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND,

AND LEAD THE WAY,

FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE.....

I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER.....
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, 
DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW,
DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE,
HOW I WILL SURELY GROW.
DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST,
THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED,
THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK,
APART FROM ALL THE REST.
DON'T COME AT ME WITH  ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME,
DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS,
THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE.
DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER,
DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY.
MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS,
MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE,
BUT I  NEED YOU,
I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY.
ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS,
I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE,
JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY,
AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE
Mom you mean the world to me
It’s hard to live without you ,You were always by my side
Through thick and thin you helped me


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I want to come home

When can I come home my baby ask me
When mom can I be free
Your mistakes have got you here
Just hold on for a few weeks dear
I know it hard to be away
But you will come home someday
When mommy I want to come back with you
I know son I want you to come with me too
But it is not up to me it is up to you
You have to stay here till your treatment is threw
I will be with you all the way I will write and visit as often as i can
You have to be strong be mommy's little man
God will watch out for you when I can not
But even if I am not there your not forgot
So just hold on son it will be alright
You will be home soon so I can hug you thight


 For my son who is away at a boot camp for boys right now because of his actions at school 
he is bipolar and has add sometimes it is hard to watch what our children have to go threw 
and know there is nothing you can do to help except for pray. and hope that time and love 
will help. thanks to all my friends on the soup for giving me a place to vent my feelings some 
it means alot to write and know it is heard. Thanks to all Nita


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' I WRITE EACH TEAR WITH A SONG '

======================================================== “My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper, I write each tear” -A Rambling Poet 1 month of woe 4 weeks of sorrow 28 days of boredom 672 hours - hearts can't find freedom 40,320 minutes of missing 2,419,200 seconds of thinking 1 group of fools 54 friends who see you in wholes Countless infinite laughter and smiles 1 in glee - mirth faces in files 1 in quests and troubles 1 in silliness and foibles 1 in problems and conflicts 1 in smooth crimes and tricks 1 in life's battles “I LOVE YOU “, not just about the cackles I've said in countless times 3 words of truth - invaded my mind in rhymes Songs and episodes of our novel of amity Chapters nestled with emotions of gaiety... Now, I'm missing everything - right or wrong Memories reminisced - still, mind and heart are singing the “SONG “. ============================================================ *-*jun-jun villanueva *-*Just Write Contest *-*August 13, 2011


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Characters

All I write is him
His eyes that bloom like April
As we print ourselves in sand

The serifs that trail from every word
Fallen feathers at our feet

The nights-
When we were more than naked
We were transparent
I could feel each rib against mine
See right into the core of his chest 
A pulsating brass mirror

I write him

And I fold him into fiction
Furiously sharpen the seams
Thumbnail pushing paper

Just Nouns loving verbs, I say
Just nouns loving verbs.


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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


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My Books

You can call me whatever you want,
but it will not affect me in the least. When I
read books I picture myself as the main 
character, like I am really in the story, and
then my books are written in a different 
way many people do not understand. Many people
have told me that I cannot write good stories
or poems, and some people say they love my
writing; that they love my creativity, but do you
see I don't believe I write that good. If there were
no books in the world, I would go absolutly 
crazy! I love books with a cover and paper,
and not those kindle things. I will never own one of 
those things, I need my books, I need my libraies!
I LOVE YOU DUSTIN JAMES PALMER!!
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
~Dustin's Wife~


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Hello It's Jesus

“Hello It’s Jesus"

I’m 6’ 3" and 220lb man and He brought me to my knees, 
Yes it was Jesus

I wasn’t the kind of man who would follow anyone, 
I did follow Jesus

But when Jesus touched my heart and blessed me and I fell to my knees and I cried, 
I believe in and love Jesus

You can’t see Him or touch Him, He’s like a breeze that covers our land, 
Yes I know Him its Jesus

Strong enough to rule the heart of any person,
Yes to Jesus

He’ll lift you up and you’ll see all around as He turns your life inside out, 
Yes that’s Jesus

Most people are like me and they struggle day in and day out, with doubt, 
Cause by satan

Too busy with having fun and playing games to care about the love and care He can give them, or
To listen to Jesus

When I see children with their mother I thank God our Father for our Brother, 
Jesus

Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
copyright 2013

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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?


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Children

Children

I can only write this from a male side             
  As a husband and father with pride.                                                     
After a man and a woman say the words I do
  You may be thinking of children to.
After your wife gets pregnant thinking of a girl or boy
  At the end of the term you will have a bundle of joy.
Children need love and care so does your wife
  Whatever the cost from your own life.
Take care of your wife, and your children also
  With a great deal of love and support they will grow.
A good way to write your future is in your name
  Treat them right and good and they will do the same.
Children are what we need
  Without children no reason to succeed.  
Lost money, dropped candy you can replace   
  How do you do wrong and look into your child’s face.  
Do good things treat your family well and be proud
  Your children will love you and see you glow in a crowd.
Children are beautiful and fragile and small
  With your help and love they will grow strong and tall.
You should protect the children from that first day
  Your children should be loved and should grow up okay.
If you’re a good father as good as you can be    
  Your children should be as proud of you as they can be.
Time can pass by so fast like in the blink of an eye
  Before you know it time will pass by.
Your children will carry you into the future
  Your children are your future.


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ME, MYSELF, AND I

   I guess you could call me a silly guy
   For humor is how I get through the day.
   I love telling stories, writing poetry, and romance
   Each in its own separate way.


   I could be called a "Hopeless Romantic"
   As I have always been sentimental inside.
   I learned that feeling growing up
   Watching my parents, and their worlds collide.


   I knew my Dad better than anyone...I think
   He and I worked together for some time you see.
   And when he died at an early age
   Everyone seemed to be in tears but me.

  
   Of the six kids in our family growing up
   I had a brother named Ron that I was closest to.
   He had a sense of humor and devotion to his family
   And he would always find strange things for us to do.


   We loved driving around in his old MG
   When it worked it could do no wrong.
   He took me for rides I'll never forget
   To teach me his favorite Irish drinking songs.


   His death really put me on the writer's path
   As I eulogized him with "Remembering Ron".
   But afterward I could not stop the words from coming out
   As if a spigot had deliberately been turned on.


   So I have written poetry, stories, and a few songs too
   I'd like to publish something some day.
   Getting to read and write here on the Soup
   Pehrhaps, I will finally find the way.


   I believe in the goodness of man's inner soul
   And that God intended for us to be happy here.
   The love of Wife, Child, and Family
   Just make me want to stand and cheer!


   I'd like to see us not have wars
   Or even have cross words with others we meet.
   Sometimes I plead my case in the words that I write
   And sometimes, the proverbial "Dead Horse" do I beat.


   I look at history as a great learning tool
   For I've studied Antropology in college you see.
   And all the past comes into the present time
   At least, it does for me.


   So I will write works about historical things
   As much as I write about family, love, emotions, and silliness too.
   Just so others can get some insight into me
   And perhaps their own lives as they should do.


      I don't know who will read my work
   Or if they benefit at all from the things I say.
   I only know that this passion to write
   Is one that is here to stay.


   Some people think I'm kind of grumpy
   I guess that is also true.
   But the words I write fill that void inside me
   This is but one more poem...for you.


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HELLO JOHNSON, MY NAME IS RUTHIE YOUR NIGHTLY NURSE

I see that you have been in a coma for two days and I hope you can hear me,Johnson, I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there ant changes,Johnson,my name is ruthie your nightly nurse, and while I'm here with you I will see to it that you are giving the best care while you here,Johnson, I will clean your wounds and chang your bandages too and when I'm finished doing those thing I will comfort you,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse I'm going to check your vital every two hours just to see if there is any changed,with tears in her eyes, thses are her words, I going to sit right beside you,I'm going to write your wife and kids for you Johnson,I'm going to tell your wife how much you going to miss her and how she's going to miss you,I going to tell your kids that you love them and you wish that if it God will that you can be there to watch them grow-up,I'm going to hold your hand while you are here,Johnson, my name is Ruthie your nightly nurse ,I will be the person you will hear talking with you and I will be the last person to hold your hand, and I'll kiss you for your wife and kids and I'll tell them how good a soldier you was Johnson,I'm going to tell your parent that you are a brave soldier and that you love them very much,and I will also write and tell your conrade to always keep you in there heart,and Johnson when it's my time to go who will sit beside my bed? and hold my hand? and who is going to write my husband and kids and tell them how much I'm going to miss them and who is going to kiss me one last time???Johnson, my name is Ruthie, your nightly nurse It's time to unplug you from my machine, I can't check your vital anymore, I'm going to clean you and dress you in your dress blued and pin your awards upon your chest, and call for someone to bring your body out PVT Johnson will be miss. time of death 1400hrs. stay in a coma for five days....................this is dedicatedto Pvt johnson and his family and love ones......................SSG KIRT JACK


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Why I Write II

I write to write...to tell you the truth, that's a damn lie.
I write to express myself, to let my soul breathe a little.
I put love and memories into these things.
I call it, "My Way Out."
It's my ticket to give back to my community, but on top of all that it keeps me away from a gang...a life I never want to live.


John Monteblanco


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Just Because Of You

I'll write this just because i love you,
I'll write this just because it's true.
I'll write this just because of you,
I'll write this just because i do.

When you smile, I feel alive again,
When you smile, i can feel no pain.
When you smile, my world is free,
When you smile, it feels like you have owned me.

I love you, 
I love you.
I love you,
I love you.


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Sad love poems

No more sad love  poems
But what can I write then
I’ve had no happiness
So how can I write a happy one?

All I have to write about 
Is lies
Broken promises
Shattered hearts
Scared souls
and that stupid face that glooms in my mind.

You tell me to write a happy love poem
I’ll try
Can I lie
Is that alright?

Because isn’t that what love is about
...Lies?


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If I Could

If I could write a song and keep you from leaving
I'd never write another line
If I could, I'd haunt your peaceful dreams
Forever taunt your fragile mind

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

This bed that you once called home-
Its emptiness feels so divine
This heart that you once filled whole
Its emptiness, is mine

If I could see through your bleating 
I'd have never called you mine
If I could bring you all you're "needing"
The universe would be thine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Loving thoughts, once dwelt on you
Have slowly morphed with time
Wrought with disdain, I can say:
I'm thankful I drew the line

If I could be all you wanted
I would be God
If I could be all you wanted
Who I am would be robbed

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
There's always another Valentine

Go on, leave me
I'll be just fine
Go on, leave me
I'll give praise that you aren't mine


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Losing Home

LOSING HOME

I’ve looked so long now, seems forever
For a place that once I called home;
And I thought that I would never
Simply roam and feel so alone.

For a place that once I called home
It was mine so long, long ago; now I
Simply roam and feel so alone
With regret and despair; yes, I cry.

It was mine so long, long ago; now I
Stand accused of depraved desertion.
With regret and despair, yes; I cry
All I did was to write with assertion.

Stand accused of depraved desertion?
The address was wrong; it's a shame.
All I did was to write with assertion
Of my love for sweet, sweet Lorraine.

The address was wrong, it's a shame,
And I thought that I would never.
Of my love for sweet, sweet Lorraine...
I've looked so long now, seems forever.


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Help

Help get my feet back on the ground
a broken neck took me away
a good job for me never found
since twenty-one no jobs did stay

founded love more than any work
in the navy there was no love
I loved drinking without a cork
this life nothing to get rid of 

it’s this writing that keeps me sane
and the wife fills in all the blanks
she sometimes says I’m one big pain
to Poetry Soup I give thanks

but writing won't pay all these bills
my wife's work and the VA pays
to me there seems to be less thrills
I'll be writing without delays






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The Black Abyss

Sinking in deeper,
No way to escape,
The dark and scary Reaper,
Fore told in the Book of Life.

Is this my end?
Will I ever see the light of day again?
No. My wounds, I must mend.
I must find my strength.

Stand my ground,
Face my fears.
Only then will my voice be found
I must survive.

Break the suffocating chains,
Run from the darkness.
Power will fill my veins.
I will Fight!

Fight the painful names,
The horrid memories,
The demented games 
And escape My Black Abyss.


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the Triumph of the Pen

Oh winging Heart on a mission
to the edge of forever,
speed to the beloved with a message of Love.

We look in a different way,
with the Heart do we see,
and in that wondrous seeing,
is the feeling of awes majesty!

Yeah, that's the way to overcome
the 'thought police' inside the head;
doubt is the Heart killer
and so with this pen,
we’ll write our Hearts out again and again,
and if they judge the words we say,
to dash our Dreams in any way,
then we'll write even more to soothe the Soul
for the writing life is our Loving goal!

This triumph of Love carried to our pen
where in our written words Love lives again ...

A writer writes and never stops writing
and rewrites and writes again and again ...
and he never stops writing except to Dream,
perhaps to reach for that Star in that Star crowded Sky
and bring that Star to the end of his Pen
and write like plasma all over again ...


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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.


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The Tidal Wave

The Tidal Wave

I saw a tidal wave come in,
Raging winds and fierce water
Rushed,
Took the houses, cars, trees,
Street signs, park benches,
Pictures of loved ones
(Poor baby Louie, 3 years old washed away)
And along with all the power
It tore my heart out of my cage
And swept it out to the 
Endless seas,
And the great white sharks
Have their way with my heart.

Now bleeding and dying,
Pain follows me,
And I close my eyes,
And wish it all to be done.
Pray for me, I want pain no more.
See tears fall from the corners of my eyes,
As I breathe in and feel no heartbeat.
And they all look at me,
Faces of nomads and they snicker
At me,
I hang my head and cry tears,
But the tears were washed
Away in the tidal wave,
So I sit there,
Eyes closed
And I sleep the night away.

-10/2/2013-


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I don't know

love to sit and write 
  not a poem 
    not a song
        just for fun,
words that ease 
      words that comfort
           words I just want to let out 
              when I'm sad, mad or just for fun,
not a poet nor a writer 
  just liked pen to paper
    now... a write on the net 
      to you to others for any one to read,
you see this is my mask
  these are my thoughts
     you see letters not who I am
         to you just foolish stuff to read,
here others fill the same
   here we only know each other by name
      out there on pavment we do not see
         it's just other people like you and me
but no one says the tears that flow
   the smell of a red rose nor in her arms love grows
       there mask tell of another story and sheilds who is inside
          hides the pain, the love, hides for we fear they'll laugh at you and me
so here I sit, I read, I comment, and fingers to a key board I write
  to no one really just to let others know we are not alone
     that we all fill, we all cry, love dies and the pain subsides
        and when I am done I hope it helps I hope another...knows
not a preacher nor a saint just someone who wants to let it go
   someone looking for better way and here I know there are others like me
      who just want to be listend to, heard, who just want to know the not alone 
          and this is why in the box that reads form...I write I do not know.     
        


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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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thoughts to martyr

when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off

twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue 
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off

dear city that never sleeps
i often think of you
i wonder how you will keep
when the night sinks into
and if you make it to the days break
no one will really know it's you
another second chance to excel with truth
relaxed like stooping pigeons on the roof
lately i've been dying for a noose
or just a rope in general to hang myself from
day light trickles
but i find it difficult to hold a nickel to my left thumb
in other words 
life is simple if you play it as it comes
here lately 
i find myself growing more skeptical of people 
feelings resemble damaged goods that pose lethal
at the edge of absinthe 
and only tear drops touch the needle 
i still write
but most of the time i'm like
kind of nice
for tomorrow pushes me gently 
it's a rush but it soothes my thoughts 
and i'm stronger mentally

when the lights are dim
and the night looks grim
all i write is sound
and i think i'm better off
better off

twice today
I was in your arms
and i bit my tongue
i'd rather be aloft
yea i think i'm better off
better off
so i'll send this letter off

"when all else fails I write"


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I will bloom

I will bloom

i will bloom
bloom on
colours
bloom on 
shines

cant wait for the
new dawn

to spread out
love
to spread out 
laugh

indulge fragrance
of love
spinkle the shine
of smile

to my lonesome
lover

soak it to your very root
and seep wetness
into your barren hearts

i nourished and cherished
every drop of love

let me hug you
my lover
with my everlating
love

let me
live with you in our
Timeless longevity
in our land of poetry

~(c)sukmawati komala~
11 March 2013


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Triangle of the life

 Triangle of the life

No one around me
In my studio
Beside the laptop 
Others are stand still

Table bed and stove
Triangle of the life
Cook write and sleep
Day passes so fast

Only night comes
Look at the bottle a side
A glass with appetite food
Enjoy a quarter of dark

Thought words and dream
Link together of hope
One pain in my heart
One part of the third

Some words that I write
Not close with my life
But because of you
I write with the hope

Udaya R. Tennakoon


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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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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life alone

life alone is bitter and cold
with no one to love no one to hold 
the long dark nights waking up on your own 
got money to spend but no one to phone 
to live like this 
to die with my shame 
to have love for so many with nothing to gain 
but where all born with a purpous reason for life 
but mine has been shattered like the shine off a knife
say the meaning of life and it looses its shine 
no one can own it to me it is all mine 
can life be this cruel or is it just me 
ive lost the way to my heart and i cant find the key 
to write all my feelings to write all my pain 
my heart is now empty cold like the nigh rain 
but we all must be love to be loved and forgotten 
to be buried six feet under and left to go rotten 
although i am 20 and my life is ahead 
but my pain will go on until i am dead


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She loved her adverb more than me

My wife has left me for an adverb.
I don't know which one it is!
Is it slowly,quickly, nearly?
Life should not be like a quiz.

She told me that she "nearly" loved me,
When "dearly" was what I had hoped.
Life is full of lost illusions...
How do we 'reaved lovers cope

I think I should have kept it secret,
For now I sit and sadly grieve.
Do you think my wife is cruel?
What a strange excuse to leave!

Would she leave me for a pronoun?
Would she leave for a full stop?
Would I leave you for a quote mark?
Would I fall down in a black dot?

Come back,darling for I love you.
I have learned I must take care.
I will go for grammar lessons.
I am sure I can learn flair!

We can write a poem together,
You can choose the topic,dear.
I will hold my pen and write for
They say true love drives out fear.

Did I fear her? Did I love her?
Was she worthy of my heart?
Did she dislike my hairy nostrils?
Was that why we had to part?

Come back Mary,come back Mavis.
Come back Sunny, come back Sue
Without my wife I feel so lonely.
What is a left man to do?

Shall I vote for love or money?
Shall I throw my self away?
Shall I get a new agenda?
Will a new life start today?

Come back Miriam,come back Sarah!
Where have all the women gone?
Come back Rivka with your grammar.
I can feed you a cheese scone.

I work hard and I can cook.
I put fresh linen on the bed.
I can pay my bills in full.
But without my Love,my heart is dead


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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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What Would You Do

What would you do if you knew this was my last day to live??
Would you try and save or let me go?
Would you even care for my soul?
What would you do if I was a fallen angel?
Would you still recognize me?
Would you talk to me or ignore me?
What would you do if I died?
Would you have a funeral for me, so all my friends & family could come?
Would you cry or even mourn a 'lil bit?
Would you care that I was gone, or would be happy?
What would you do if I was a ghost?
Would you feel me right beside you, guarding you, Watching over you, protecting you?
Would you see me?
Tell me would you walk all over me, or maybe even walk through me, as if I weren't there?
What would you do if I was a demon?
Would you still love me then?
Would you still care and forgive me?
Would you just say "You are stupid, and I hate you?"
What would you do if I were and angel?
Would you love me more, or would you love me less?
Would you feel me touch you, and comfort you when you need someone and you think noone is there for you, well that's a lie, cause I am right here beside you to catch you if you fall, to dry your tears, and to heal your wounds of any kind.
What would you do if I was still alive?
Would you continue to hate me, and call me sadistic names?
Would this world still be cruel?
Would there still be a rule?
What would you do?
Always~N~Forever,
Briana Lynn Palmer
Finished:08-07-11
9:42P.M.
age: 14


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MY Lost and forgotten valentine

Dated:2/2/2013
Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words, Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds. Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought, Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought.
Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt, Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt. Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines, About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times…. Solitary nights like the one tonight, Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights. Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self, Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs. Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times, Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines. As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night, Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight. The shattered silence of the night all dark, Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark. A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear, From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear. My soul curses me as never before, As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore…. Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor, Look out for her as though I wish to go to her. And my heart too joins the fray, And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way. But now as I no longer love her, That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur. As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves, Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves. like my kisses of before, she is now another’s, Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile, Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile Are now not for me but for another……………. I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love, But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!! Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye. I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me, And this is the last verse I pen for her to see


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forgotten

Dated:12/7/2012.(chennai)... early morn 12.45 am
Black velvet sky festoons solemnly my brooding words,
Exudes gloom from my mindly nib, drowned in woes two thirds.
Sharp shrillness of many of my lingering thought,
Shatter silence of stillness that dusk had on to me brought.

Grief laden clouds quiver with culpable guilt,
Blue starry skies shiver around the moon’s curves laden with forlorn silt.
Tonight I write about my past in melancholy laced lines,
About my ceaseless love for her and her conditional love for me at times….

Solitary nights like the one tonight,
Has stored within itself, deep memories like flashing lights.
Nostalgia sewn within its brimming self,
Of holding her in my arms, my warm embrace her body engulfs.


Her conditional love for me and my ceaseless love for her at all times,
Lure the emotions out tonight, to write the melancholy stewed lines.
As I sit here all senses alive to listen to the great black night,
Sans her beside me, tears trickle down filling the beady grass beds and dull my sight.

The shattered silence of the night all dark,
Resonates in my head no more, but my heart leaves a deep bruised scar and a mark.

 
A quaint sound of lament I faintly hear,
From a distance it seems like an echo of my bleeding heart all unclear.
My soul curses me as never before,
As its mate it has lost and has only me to deplore….

Places I go glare at my searching eyes with fervor,
Look out for her as though I wish to go to her.
And my heart too joins the fray,
And both of them conspire for me to seek her any which way.

But now as I no longer love her,
That’s a truth that my mind and my heart must concur.
As I sit and speak to myself, the dew drips on to the leaves,
Tell tales in the silence as the wind touching my voice as it grieves.

like my kisses of before, she is now another’s,

Her dreamy eyes, her warm weatish body, her heart, her joyous smile,
Her sweet body scent, her warm breath that spreads a mile

Are now not for me but for another…………….

I love her no more but maybe I yearn for her love,
But unknown to myself I seek her love somehow!!!
Filled with nostalgic emotions of our sweet oneness
I can barely raise my eyebrows to see us together in my mind’s eye.

I hope this is the last dart cupid has shot at me,
And this is the last verse I pen for her to see


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Poetry In Motion With Madison Thomer

Sorry Madison I fell asleep, for you took far too long to respond.
I expected a poem a little more deep, because I thought we had a stronger bond!
You wrote three stanzas only, damn I thought you'd write a lot more.
Why you leave me so lonely, and close your cold heart's door?
It's a blast from the past, I now demand something new!
For your poem was wrote like the last, but hey, I'm still fond of you!
You say, you wear the crown, but you need to look at your poems first sentence.
Don't mean to make you frown, but it doesn't make sense, so here is your penance...

Two months or so, just to write a poem of 12 lines?
Look beyond the rainbow, for this poet came from the lost corridors of gold mines!
You have no respect, for you did not comment on my last Poetry N Motion with you.
I was baptized by a satanic sect, so maybe you can't grasp what I've gone through!

Who on the soup can poetically match my raging demonic pen?
You see the royalty, for I am king of kings among men!
You say there are more moves on the board to play?
I patented that board with a blazing sword and cut off your lingerie!
Are you serious pretty girl, calling my words poetic theft?
I'll rock your little world, and make you hurl till there's nothing left!

With this poetry tag, tell me, how long will it take this time?
Raise the white flag, for my dark fantasy will be my only crime!
Next I'll explain in detail how I'll tie you naked to a four poster bed.
I'll enter your mind beyond this cell, and make passionate love in your head!
So I'll be waiting my dear Madison, and hope you'll soon return.
Bring ammunition for your poetic gun, you sexy poetic intern!
Please, please hurry back, because I love the smell of your femininity!
I'm gonna give your cute ass a smack, as I take your poetic virginity!!!!

*Re-re-retag Madison;)  He He He


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One Last Letter...

If you’re reading this
There’s something I want to tell you
There’s something you ought to know
I will lock you in my memories
Tell me I’ll never be alone
Tell me I’m sleeping and I’m dreaming
Maybe I’ll find out in the end
That when you’re gone it's just the beginning
And one day I’ll see you again


So, save us tonight
Save us four children
As we fight to survive
We’re holding onto wishes
To just stay alive
In 6 feet of sadness
Just save us tonight
As we write one last letter...

Dear to whom this may concern
I found that pull in my soul
And played it out with my guitar
I can call you my pulse
You’re the closest thing to my heart
I can call you the notes
You put the step in my song
You found the light in the storm
Now the drops seem to crash
and if this cigarette would last
I could put the rest to the past

If I could write you a letter
What would I say
If I could start this all over
what would I change
I don’t know what to think
I don’t know where to go
I don’t know who to trust
I don’t know if I know

Does this all get better?
Do I get on my knees?
Do I pray to Jesus?
Will he change anything?
Does he even hear us?
Or do I need to scream?
Save me, whoever
As we write this last letter

It’s 21 years from the start
Sitting on the porch in the back of the yard
I think it was summer of 96 when I asked
"Will you be here forever?" You smiled
And answered yes

So, Save us tonight
Save us four children 
From heartache tonight
And we’ll dream of wishes 
To just stay alive
In six feet of sadness
As we write one last letter…


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I Want to Write

I want to write something
Of breathtaking beauty
Something of value
That will nurture a soul
Assuage a pain
Tug at the heart strings
And bring release

I want to write the words
That someone will cherish
The words that will bring light
To the dark crevices and corners
Of a battered heart
And bring healing
And peace
And light
And joy
Indescribable joy!

I want to write
About the enchantment of love
And being in love...
About fluttering heartbeats
And quickened breathing
About slowly reaching that melting point...
The mystical moment of surrender
Surrender with sweet abandon
To another
Knowing...
That you are safe
To experience
To know
And be known 
Completely
That pleasure is waiting
To be mastered
and to master
and to obliterate all else
Except that moment
in time


I want to write……
But the words
Won’t come
I’m empty...
Parched to the core
And desperately in need
In need of those very words
That will bring me back to life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Viritutum vita

Roses are red violets are blue
Love is so special, But be cautioned
its reserved for only the few. 

For once in my life I was so sure of something that was real,but i must 
have been trapped in her congenial veil.
so riddled with self doubt, insecure with what i was trying to figure out.

but love isn’t easy
love is patent,love is kind.
love is everything you make of it.

love is like a puppy dog frolicking in the sand, love is like a helping hand.
love can be friendships we share, love can be our biggest despair. 

I thank god for blessing me every day, for i am no modern day Ernest Hemingway.
In steed of dwelling on something I wish that would be, I should thank you for letting me be 
your noble steed.

I write about how I feel, sometimes I just have to deal with the cards of my worlds surreal. 
I wish love is something I felt, 

because love is proud
it does not boast, it does not write hurtful posts. 

Love is not arrogant. 
Love is patient, love is kind.

love can be found in the smallest places,
love is the reason for my creation.”
-Addison Lanpher 
11/29/10


Details | Narrative | |

The Contest

Of course, as soon as a new poetry contest was posted I had to immediately enter.  In this 
contest, you had to email the sponsor to get your own, unique theme.  

Off went my email; back came her reply: “Write a poem about what inspired you to write 
poetry.”

She even included one of her poems as a sample of what she was looking for.  A beautiful 
poem indeed; relaying the story about how her Grandmother inspired her to write.  

So, I tried to emulate her with my story.

I wrote a poem about my football coach who taught me real men can write poetry without 
feeling emasculated.  A nice poem, albeit, total fiction.

I penned a verse about my first love encouraging me to write about our romance and how 
the subsequnt breakup inspired me to write about the sorrow of love lost.  A passionate and 
beautiful poem, although pure BS.

I rhymed the touching story about how my mother, on her deathbed, confessed that she 
knew I was writing poetry by reading my secret journal for years.  Her last words to me 
were to follow my passion and write poems for her in heaven.  Problem is, my mother is 
alive and well and has never shown any interest in reading my poems.

The fact of the matter is, I cannot pinpoint a moment in time; a person; or, an experience 
that inspired me to write.

Just as I need no inspiration to breathe in order to stay alive; I write poetry as a reflexive, 
survival instinct.

Just as I need no inspiration to eat in order to satisfy my hunger; I write poems to placate 
my yearning inside.

Just as I need no inspiration to dream when I close my eyes at night; words, rhymes and 
stories fill my mind whenever I find a moment of peace in my hectic day.

Whereas, I envy those who know where their inspiration came from, I am less blessed with a 
birth of inspiration and am more cursed with an innate need to write.

In my email to the sponsor, I bragged how I was up to the challenge, but, alas, she 
presented me with a theme I cannot relate to.

I will continue to breathe words of poetry through my keyboard.
I will continue to nourish my hunger through prose.
And, I will continue to dream in rhyme and meter.

But, I have no story to wow you with about what motivated me to do so in the first place.

The irony in all of this?  After admitting this truth about myself to a complete stranger in an 
otherwise meaningless contest, I am inspired to continue to feed my curse and write poetry 
forever more.

Thanks…damn you.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Love You

You have no idea what you do to me
You made changes in me that people are starting to see
No other way to say this but you complete me
Like waves on the sea
Or leaves on a tree
My life isn't complete 
Unless its you and me
You honestly make me believe 
That we were meant to be together
I will love you forever
No matter what school chooses to do
I will always be able to write you
And I pray you will write back
I never want yo lose you that is a fact
I pray you don't feel like I abandoned you because of the lack
Of my physical presence just know that
I cry when I am not with you
When I'm home alone I swear I feel you
Needless to say I love and need you


Details | Rhyme | |

This Card

I bought you this card for Christmas day
So that I could write the words that say
How much I love you each passing year
Now in my eye there is a tear

I realised this card is to small
For me to write in and tell all
That your love means to me
What will I need to write so all can see

Perhaps the sky could hold the words
No not likely that’s just absurd
Maybe the universe could hold my sonnet
Then again too small to write upon it

So what will I use to show
How deep my love for you does go
This card I fear will have to do
To write three words, I Love You


Details | Free verse | |

Going to Argos

40 minutes ago I wanted to send you an sms thinking of you while I was drinking my cofee at the terraces that you love them at night but I didnt write because of the overly large sunshades and of the empty place from me which could never be taken now I write an sms that I will not send because it is impossible to let myself to be seen me who I look like a broken bench next to any empty place at the terraces that you love them at night with the lamps big as the story of Andromeda but with the sunshades overly large only now I send you an sms in which I have written nothing.


Details | Romanticism | |

Feelings

White sands let me walk upon the warm shores
Let the cool breeze brush against my cheeks.

As I write these words from my heart
Let me tell the tale of love.

Still night let these words express my thoughts
Let me make the world understand what I feel inside.

Make these words sing a love song
Let this tale say, it all.

Bright night,cool breeze, whisper sweet melodies
Let the world listen till the end.

Let me write these words
That love will live.





Details | I do not know? | |

poe-orgasmic

Oh my poe 
Oh oh oh oh
You're deeper than you'll ever know!
Your ink, it makes my river flow!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
I moan,  I scream,  I beg for more!
Scratches on your back,  skin is tore!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
Fill me now,  yes fill me up!
Spill your ink inside my cup!
Oh my poe 
Oh oh oh oh
Let your words grind on my soul!
All night long let's lose control!
Oh my poe
Oh oh oh oh
Climax just gets higher and higher!
You're the fuel that lights my fire!
Oh my poe
Mmmmmmm
     Mmmmmmmmm
           Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
                  Ohhhhhhhhhhh! 

Fill me up!  My poe, my poe!


Details | Couplet | |

Why I Write

Written expression is my own personal therapy.
It keeps me sane and gives my thoughts clarity.
My brain comes alive whenever I write poetry.

Self-expression is my way to self-healing.
My poetry at times can be so revealing,
Letting the reader inside, no longer concealing.

Inspirational verse allows me to witness
My belief in God and Jesus Christ to confess.
Open my heart, share His love like a caress.

Humorous rhymes let my inner child breathe.
Creating laughter is a magical gift, I believe.
I am truly blessed with each smile I receive.

Poetic forms with syllabic counts intrigue my brain.
Sometimes finding just the right word can be a pain.
By writing senryu, haiku, and tanka, my mind I train.

Love poems are my favorite poetic genre to explore.
Regardless of how many I’ve written, I write more.
Happy love poems seem to make my heart soar.

I also write sad and broken-hearted verse
Where people are loving then leaving or worse.
There are no happy endings, just the reverse.

If you should ever encounter a poem of mine.
Perhaps it does not have the perfect rhyme
The rhythm could be off a beat you might find.

But know this one thing for sure about my musing,
I don’t believe you’ll find the words confusing.
Many of my poems can even be quite amusing.

I write poems for me, so I write just for joy!
So when you read my poems, I hope you enjoy!



Details | Rhyme | |

Doesnt make sense

I think ill make something new!
Something somewhat different with the words i spew!
Something about lost love to be found.
That will end up driven right into the ground. 
Or in a box called lost but not found.
Or make something about death so hollow and sad.
So sad it will move the hardest prison grad.
Graduet.
Get it?
But anyways maybe not.
Maybe ill write a story of a baller getting shot.
But yeah ill probly not.
Whats on your mind though?
Have you got the time to find the time then let it go.
Just grab a notebook and let it flow.
Its like riding on a breeze nice and slow.
Like flying a kind real low. 
Its easy unless its not simple.
Like when you use big words to sound obedient.
Which only rymes with words like expedient.
I dont even know what that means, i just threw it into the ingredients.
Sounds like a word thats rather deviant.
I like to build my poems like a subservient structure. 
Im loosing it so bad my brains about to rupture. 
This write sucks it doesnt make any sense.
Hence.
The reason im on the damn fence.
Becuase nothing i seem to do.
Seems to make sense.


Details | Free verse | |

The Journey

From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all


Details | Lyric | |

Walk On

If I could write a story,I'd write about the past.
The masks and all the words I was afraid to speak.
It would be a story without moral.
I've learned nothing from this journey.
The chapters would be short and simple
In the form of thoughts and riddles.

If I could write a poem to heal myself
I'd un-bandage these wounds
And let them bleed on my page.
I promised myself I wouldn't wait.
I wouldn't have hope but thanks to you
That's all I know.
I'd pack all these things and give them to you,
Because I know patience and love are both virtues.
But if you burned them as physical memories
You know I'd understand.

Wave steady and ignore the tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Wave steady and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk around and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

There's no shame to sing your favorite song
To save your life.
I'll sing all that I can sing,
And I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.

Walk on and ignore  this tragedy.
Torn between the stories and poetry.
Walk on and ignore this disaster.
Rummage through the wreck and salvage what you can.
Walk on and hope that you never see
This fragile bird and his broken wings.

And I'll sing all that I can sing.
I'll say all that I can say
To make sure I turn out alright.


Details | Rhyme | |

Your Memory Surrounds Me

Your kiss brought me to life
Your delicate touch my friend
Am I happy we had our moment?
Or am i depressed in the end?

We had one night of passion
We looked deep within
Was your kiss a dream
Or was it a sin?

During the moment
I was alive
Deeper we dove
You left me struggling to survive

You made me smile
You made me dance
I would give it all
For one more chance

I could write for days
I could write for years
But I will always remember
Regardless of the beers

Your flowing hair
Your gorgeous eyes
Was that night my start?
Or was it my demise?

You are all I dreamed for
All I ever want
May you soon come back
Or the memory will forever taunt




Details | Romanticism | |

Written words

Words swirl around in my head
I starts and until I write them down
They just won’t end
Writing my words on paper
For people to find significance within them
These words are very real to me 
The emotions are far from being pretend
Some say you looked right into my heart
You’ve seen my soul
You read my mind
Just how did you know
You pinned my feelings to a tee
How again could you see
Everything within me
Here’s you answer as to why
The words that I write are my pain
I’ve seen you, yet not knowing you, through my own eyes
Just because we are different, don’t mean we are still not the same
Emotions are universal
They make the world go round
The silent cries of screams
Quiet is my sound
To often of times
The struggle leaves one
Lying on the ground
The hurt so heart wrenching
And so very real
Time is never ending
Life is what the pain will steal
So breathtakingly helpless 
Is what you will feel
Heartbreakingly hopeless
Devastatingly you just can’t seem to heal
So yeah,
I write my words of hurt and pain
On the pages of paper to share with you
Many will relate and they often feel the same
At some point of time
I do hope you find some sort of comfort here
Within my lines of worded rhyme
Perhaps they will help your heart and soul to let go and heal
Cause while they do help me get by
Most times they don’t really help mine


Details | Rhyme | |

Fleeting Serenade

 I could chisel my love into a mountain
But mountains errode away 
If I carved my love in solid ice
It would only last a day

I could write my love up in the sky
But the wind would soon displace
I could write my love into a book
But letters can be erased

I could shout my love into the air
Sound waves expand and fade
I could sing my love in melody
A fleeting serenade

I could express my love with a simple glance
Even though my eyes can't see
For if they could, I'd have realized
That you do not love me.


Details | ABC | |

My mind and heart are at war

MY heart and mind are at war
My heart and my mind are at war,
Body and soul lost between the hate,
Confused and hurt not knowing what for,
They pull, twist and fight to escape,
The battle of pain sweat and tears,
Caught in the midst of heartache,
My soul breaks free and leaves behind its fears,
The pain is too much for my body to take,
I built a wall and smashed it to dust,
For another, but for what,
I lost my faith and lost her touch,
I am soulless standing here stuck,
My mind has won this war,
My heart damaged and broke,
Still not knowing what for,
I pray and i still hope,
That this war will end,
And mind and heart will coincide,
Hoping my soul and body will mend,
For the rest of me has already died
I am done with the pain of passion,
And done with the love of pain,
All i here is my hearts door's crashing,
For this is what makes a man go insane,
I felt her love i loved her touch,
I kissed her lips and she kissed my heart,
Now this feeling, i feel too much,
Now it’s time for my mind and heart to part,
I will see her eyes in the moon lit sky,
Her beauty in a sky of wonder,
I will shed one tear and let the pain die,
As i lay awake in a world of loveless slumber
The illusions of love corrupted my mind,
The confusion of passion clouded my eyes,
The death of my heart came soon this time,
So now i will love in a world of my demise,
You can’t feel this pain that i feel,
I am done trying and this time i am,
When i write i write what’s real,
So now can you see why my soul ran?
Can you stop and wonder,
How i made it so far, with so much pain,
Can you here my heart crack with thunder,
And can you see i live in a world of rain,
 I have sought love found it and lost i
I am tired of pain.  so tired my heart is exhausted
i am done now if she comes back then i am here,
if not like i said i have shed my one and only tear


Details | Rhyme | |

"Just Can't Fight It"

Why try and fight this overwhelming feeling..
Its so crazy but so much worth the healing...
I'm tossing and turning with thoughts of your touch...
To lay next to you and show you how I love you so much..
I can write and write but some how the words seem wrong..
I can sit at the piano and play but its still not the right song..
My love just pours out with no control when your in my thoughts
and sight..
Twisted and childlike are what I've become through this night..
Bending like a tree branch without a snap..
This flowing stream of love is on course with no map..
With no garden to play in or someone to say no..
We must succumb to this desire and let our bodies glow...
Pay the piper tomorrow for today we shall enjoy..
This run through the fields like a girl and boy...


Details | Narrative | |

The Mysterious Gift The Old Sailor Built

 or The Mysterious Lost Love Quest
 

The old man dusted himself off and quickly started on his merry way
 this his last port was where his desperate soul sought to forever stay
Decades of sailing ships from far flung distant foreign shore to shore
 now to settle down, live happily the wealthy large life he always swore
This London town was so very large and busy , seemed just  so right
 no more dueling spirits , common sense had won the mighty, bitter fight
A huge bag of gems he had hidden in his weathered and trusty old sea bag
 great massive and fabulous wealth of which he dare to never ever brag
Tomorrow he would soon seek out his trusted old London banking friend
 buy that great huge mansion , so very much money he had to now spend!

Years had flown buy and his name and fame had so very greatly grown
 so had the dark rumors, gossip of his wealth and all that he owned
He laughed heartedly as the overly outlandish , mysterious tall tales
 was he a mercenary, a murdering pirate or lost son of the Prince of Wales
Had he not just bought a fleet of the fastest ocean going merchant ships
 hustling back so very many costly wonders in dozens of daring trips
Now his very bold plan was just about to bear it's much sought after fruits
 a legend he would birth and forever establish his name , fame and roots!

In secret he alone would assemble this very massive, awe inspiring gift
 to better serve this great city, the nation, the world, and to so uplift
Much more time was all he was praying for and ever going to now need
 such fame was sure to come for accomplishing this truly fantastic deed
Months turned into years as he worked intensely, franticly night and day
 never allowing too much rest, sleep or pleasure to ever impede his way
So very close was the great journey coming to it's blessed, joyous end
 soon, so very soon, the world would welcome this magnificent Godsend!

At last, Eureka! the massive undertaking is finished, so very well done
 all sweat , pain , great costs aside he had now finally, finally won!
Never again would people look down or insultingly call out his name
 the nation , the world, all mankind would declare his great fame!
Life would finally mean something and his long lost love would now See!
 she had chosen the wrong man and now together they could finally be
Early next morn he flung open the massive double wide solid oak doors
 revealing genius, the gift that all the world would now so richly adore!

Just then the moment became far too much for him to ever withstand
 the success, the great crusade, the magnificence of his winning plan
First the dizziness and dull roar blasted deeply into his aching head
 calamity struck so quickly , he fell knocking over the lamp instead
Flames now raced around his body lying face down and so very small
 nobody saw the gift he had moved heaven and earth to secretly install
All burned to ashes, the success that his "lost love" was never to see!
 such love, force of will came to naught, that's how wicked Fate can be!

A tale that a grizzly old sailor drunk on whiskey once dared to tell me
 finished with the declaration that only He knew what that gift be!
For many hours I bought my new friend drink after drink to cleverly find
 the secret , the secret he guarded so well and held deep in his mind
As the tavern was about to close he leaned over to whisper softly to me
 mysteries abound, life is hard and devils hide in the deep blue sea
Hardly a day goes by that I don't remember his last words and smile
 life is a loud roar on a mighty wave , so ride it in good cheer and style!

Robert Lindley,  06-06-2014 




Details | Rhyme | |

The Poem I Hope to Write

I want to write a poem
That takes your breath away
That makes your eyes fill with tears
And your knees begin to sway

I want to write a poem
That captures your beating heart
That makes you fall in love again
With me playing the lover’s part

I want to write a poem
That sparks curiosity
That makes you want to write yourself
A love letter addressed to me

I want to write a poem
That you’ll cherish all your life
That makes every maiden reading the verse
Want to be my wife

For if I wrote this poem
That succeeded in these tasks
I feel that I would like your reply
To the question I want to ask

So I search deep inside
For the words that are just right
And use you as inspiration
For this poem I hope to write


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Free verse | |

My Petals of Words

Unfinished words I now retrace
Are drifting now like petals in the wind
Blown long ago, from some old hidden place
This is the night that calls me to that place
From deep within my vase of memory

I fell in love with words, but knew that love was fleet
My words recall, and help to write a poem
As if it were a thing to touch and feel
That time and years would take to make complete

 I write again on petals now retrieved! 
And still, somehow, sweet fragrance lingers near
When thoughts were flowers falling at my feet
I’ll pick them up, and dust them fresh and clear
                      
Tonight I bare my folly to the moon
O’ moon, you saw the ways the devil woos
How roses swoon to songs so out of tune
But hearts refuse to see the naked truth

A bloom that sought the sun to feel the glow
For gentle touch and whispers from the breeze
Instead of sonnets sung with warming breath
Each petal  has had his chance, and left with ease

I trace the choices made…each withered shard
Words strove to use me up, and follow scorn
I stand alone, stripped bare of self regard
As petals fell away, stripped down to thorns

My words now steal my breath, against my will
Made captive by a heart who seeks it still


______________________________________________
1/24/13


Details | Rhyme | |

Love is War

What hurts us the most?
Can someone please explain,
How an emotion such as love
Is so easy to blame.
Why is love hard?
Why is love unfair?
Why do we say we only need love
When our hearts are filled with despair?
Why do we keep saying
That love is worth the fight
When in reality we know
Love chokes our hearts so tight.
You should know when to stop
And when to go on more.
But there’s one thing we need to realize:
Love is always a war.


Details | Ode | |

My Tales

I write my tales
Words, fragments, lines
Perhaps meaningless at times
In the same old fashioned way
Like it happened just today
I let my cherished memories; in turn 
Fill my hearts every yearn
The flowery feel
Beneath the gentle shadow of the hills
Covered in daffodils
In the same old fashioned way
I write my tales everyday


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

This is for you

I can’t help but think that you’re the best;
You’re so much better than all the rest.

Skin so smooth, and soft to feel;
Something tells me that you’re for real.

A smile so wide, with teeth so bright;
Something’s wrong, it’s just not right.

I toss and turn, I lie awake;
What’s going on, for goodness sake?

Do you know? Do you care?
Do you think of me when I’m not there?

You’re oh so kind, and quite sincere;
I find I’m sad when you’re not near.

I want to hold you close and call you mine,
Please let me know, just give me a sign!

One day I’m sure this will work itself out,
I suppose for now I’ll just sit here and pout.

And so I write and write some more,
I sit and pray you’ll knock on my door.

At two in the morning, or six at night,
Whatever the time, it’d be all right.

So feel free to stop on by
Come on over don’t be shy.

I write this with hopes you know who you are,
Despite what you say, you don’t live that far.

I know you are busy, so I’ll give you some time,
I guess for now, I’ll just sit here and rhyme.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

116onesix

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TESTED 
 
 There is a personal testimony and everyone's focus is on the group and on the 
self and not on JESUS where it was supposed to be the reason eye won't go to 
fellowship with rich working Christians meeting at a SUNDAY SUPPER to drive to 
a pizza place where everyone pays something for the food even if they share it the 
cost is still beyond the pocketbook of yew. The added price of fellowship with 
world is loss of spirit functions eye am not suggesting we have meetings in the 
desert with the hedgehogs but there could be a meeting place for all the 
Christians like the fish doors of the early days of meetings they were in and out 
so furtive searching alleyways for soldiers avoiding arrests and fighting and 
bringing lots of food in the bags of fishes and the loaves of breads in pockets of 
the tunaes fishes smile eye could just not resist this in almost every Church 
there is a Kitchen and in some of them is love the people make the soup for the 
homeless and the court appointed prisoners and even important people come. 
Hang a fish upon the door of every kitchen in the nation make a place with tables 
where the poor can come in love do not forget the love the soup is  nice but even 
slabs of raw meat are not enough with hate. 
Eye could not write a word on yesterday the things that eye had wanted to write 
left on the flight of lost ideas and night came again without a thought and then the 
day came back this fable was born and eye decided to try religion again. The 
focus of a lot of people is the congregation the error being life is not a middle 
class house with people making money in a paper plate of life some people 
need a cup of soup just to survive please open up your love first open up your 
hearts then open all them kitchen cupboards up. There is another thing that eye 
must say to all the bible thumpers not yet in the grave what does it matter what 
the date and day of this my own salvation come the day of JESUS was 33 AD the 
date that GOD was saving me. 


Details | Sonnet | |

Can't Stop

Now your gone and all i can say is d4mn
Man imma miss all you and your antics
And the fun times we had, ahhh those were grand
Especially when we could just be dicks

I cant stop myself from reminiscing
Its like im broken, and stuck in rewind
But this helps, yea i mean writing
It feels like its getting me out a bind

I never pictured myself doing this
I mean writing these sappy love poems
But i think you changed me with our first time
Dont believe me? Find the letters, see 'em?

I dont write poems because i want to
I write 'cuz i cant stop thinkin' bout you


Details | I do not know? | |

What should I do

I could cry or let the world get me down
But that would let it win I am to strong for that
I think I will go into town
And get a new hat

Or maybe I should write a pome or sonnet
On life and love
Make it funny heart felt or about a dog in a bonnet
Maybe some gray doves

It really is not important what I do
Or how I spend my day
As long as I don't let it make me blue
I know it will all be Okay

I can sing write or just watch tv
As long as I have hope it will be fine
And your here with me
Maybe I should drop some old friends a line

I really could do just about anything
Cause today I have faith in the world
I can do everything
I am a girl


Details | I do not know? | |

Come Walk with me---Shine Your Light

As I walk alone tonight
Within these walls
Looking at hearts writes

Vision of what tis be
Would you come
and Walk with me 

As I see
the writings 
on these
walls

Many voices
Words of writes
Cry out.. tonight...

Wonders of Hearts 
Words of Love
Giving Peace 
Inspiring hope

Helping others
To maintain and cope
But then there is some
who are so Filled 
with saddness.. in the air

Come walk with me
Come share your heart
Why did you leave
Why did you depart?

Do you know 
How important YoU are
You Shine like a diamond
Among the Stars...

Look around
What do you see
``````````````````````
These are the many tears
as My heart tis bleeds..

For You to shine
Display your Heart
Words of Wisdom
Love Tender by far

Come in Walk with me
Come display your heart
Come write a write
Please don't depart....

For many come and go
But they don't realize or know
Just how Important they are
To me... and many
YOU have a gift..
God has given unto you
Gift of Write...
Come write your heart a new..

For I miss you so...
As many do...
For You are Unique...
As God made YOU so...

Whomsoever reads this write
Come walk with me tonight
See all the hearts on display
Please Share yours with me today...

"Come Spread Your Wings"
Fly through these walls
Place your heart Write
as a Gift of Love  
For me tonight...

Come Walk with me
Shine your light
So I can see...
For tis I walk alone
Within these walls
Times.. I call home..


            I miss YOU
as Time is
        as writes are 
                    given 
                     is a Gift of Love


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Under Me

Paralyzed by my feelings I thought you were a blessing,
lost and got found to figure out all this time you were a lesson
Late nights, long hours of sacrifice
Cut everyone for you
In times of need I sat back and realized never have you been true
Blinded by your own wants you
could not see what was right in front
You looked through and analyzed my body
Never cared to really know me
Was ready to give it all away
Cast everyone out just so you could stay
That is a promise
Messed up just once but even then I remained honest
Very rare that you listened
Claimed I was special to you 
Different from the others
Were you ever real? Did you ever really feel?
Lost in deception
Trapped in my own thoughts
Guarded by tears, comforted by none
Lack of understanding
You have always stood under me
Failing to ever meet my eyes
Continued to fall short but I can not persuade myself to believe you really ever tried
Got me questioning myself wondering
what is it I failed at? What could I never be?
Close my eyes, count my tears.
Why could you not ever be true to me.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Wrote Our Beginning Now I Write Our End

I carry broken building blocks back across
Rivers of molten feelings / this cracked bridge
Begs to crumble beneath steps embarrassed
To raise their arms in protest / my stance weeps
Under the weight of all the tears I’ve never
Cried so I stumble towards Nyx / maybe I fall / I
Can’t really remember cause then I had an 
Epiphany / like waking in a cold sweat when
My body grasps for your concept isn’t 
Here: that fractured bemused hummingbird
I wrote about in my poem isn’t you and I 
Didn’t understand it then why my eyes were
The ones bleeding clear / I can see now it’s 
Me I was crying about cause it’s me who’s
Crying now without hesitation / I trade gladly 
Consecutive night sentences with Morpheus
So he’d release me from my dreams and I won’t
Have to cry anymore over this moment when 
They leave /our hummingbirds die / butterflies
Cocoon back into caterpillars / have I angered the
Angels /do my Gods hate me / your lips kiss my 
Fears farther from away and I know the answer to
These questions taste yes / bitter and salty / waves 
Call to me as I jump off this bridge with no safety 
Suicide net to catch me / I’ve fallen against this blank
Wall you've erected to have me love / but The Fates 
Come as friends / they whisper in my ear as they
Cut our strings away from a love that isn’t mine / no
Longer shines my escape is sill half of that dark 
Path sketched in caramel complexion etched in
This hurts yesterday’s reflections / I pray to live all
Our memories not just the dreams you want me to
Own / or the poems you have me write / there’s no
Reciprocation in an empty bed / there’s no reason
To say goodbye if we’re already dead to you /  no
Tomorrow so I’ve fled your elephant’s graveyard
With a pen in my hand / I wrote our beginning now
I write our End...


Details | I do not know? | |

Shadowland

We enjoyed ourselves, 
We had a few laughs, 
You never knew this, 
But i love you, 

The day you left my tears began to come, 
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut, 
You weren't just my friend, 
You were my best friend, 

That night i saw you killed, 
Was a night like no other, 
I couldn't stand her taunting face, 

Now i write this alone, 
I hate this world, 
But now i will leave it in peace, 







I will join you in the shadowland
    We enjoyed ourselves, 
We had a few laughs, 
You never knew this, 
But i love you, 

The day you left my tears began to come, 
I couldn't bear to see you're coffin shut, 
You weren't just my friend, 
You were my best friend, 

That night i saw you killed, 
Was a night like no other, 
I couldn't stand her taunting face, 

Now i write this alone, 
I hate this world, 
But now i will leave it in peace, 







I will join you in the shadowland


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Inspiration

    What is it you do ,what do you write,
what words are there in your heart?
What thoughts are there in your mind?
Do feelings and the works that are eternal ,
come from the soul,the mind ,the heart..
Surely there was an inspiration,
to guide that hand as it penned a masterpiece.
If inspiration be of Love,
and that same Love cease to be.
If inspiration rides on the wings of loneliness,
and of a sudden there is happiness..
Will a strong heart write a humorous ditty,
as tears roll down their cheeks.
Thankyou friends who write while in turmoil,
post humor when saddened,
capture Love while alone.
Paint life that has yet to be lived.
Give all to the emotion of typing that next word,
for sharing a small piece of yourselves..........Jim


Details | I do not know? | |

I Don't Write Music Anymore

I don't write music anymore
And I'm not dancing alone in my room
The mirror reflects nothing but still life
And the speakers simply shout static
My bed is empty and unkempt
And I no longer rock, nor roll in my chair
Still, it moves
With aid from a ghost or perhaps,
The wind
For the window is shattered
Like ear drums by blaring bass lines
So, no, I don't write music anymore
But I'm still stuck on stanzas


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AN URGENT MESSAGE TO TEN people who give a crap about me

this is dedicated to the ladies i  try to emulate (no, morons, not in clothing) 

YOU HAPPY PEOPLE CAN TELL YOUR JOKES
AS OR ME I'LL KEEP TAKING POKES
AND THAT'S ALL FOLKS!a~free cee_
to three special women and one extraordinarily special one who taught me a method, is my guru teacher, and tries in desperation to convnce me i can write poetry   AND DO NOT SAY YOU DON'T KNOW OF WHOM I SPEAK.... i love you all for bearing with a bloak in a cloak who's captain of all mentally ill folk    AND TO YOU, YOUNG LADY.....I WON'T TELL ANYONE YOU ARE CRAZY ENOUGH TO THINK I CAN WRITE LIKE A PRO....I DO LOVE YOU ALL AND IF I AM LUCKY, TOMORROW I WILL  AWAKE AND "BE FRANK!"


Details | Quatrain | |

I Love Facebook

I love to write on facebook.
Friends on there know I do.
I skip gaming distractions.
I chat with folks like you!

We post our pretty pictures.
And write our poems below.
Sometimes some friendly lectures
Can make our thinking grow.

No matter where a heart may lead,
Or where imagination travels,
Someone is there to share, indeed!
And trim our flaws and ravels.

A poet friend is a special friend.
His soul delves very deep.
Kindly words he will always lend.
Without complaint or peep!

God bless my friends around the world.
Each one brings me great joy.
It is with friends and love unfurled
That imagination whirls…oh boy!

So, thank you for your friendship.
Real world folks visit cyberspace.
Shining kindness without one blip!
Sharing their soul and their face.

© February 8, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | I do not know? | |

Tell me you love me too

I tried to write a poem for you today
But I didn’t know what to say…
	Or write? Or scribble? Or jot down in rhyme? 
I’ll try again tomorrow, maybe
	If I can find a moment…or the time
I’ll try to write a love story, or maybe a love history
Whichever is more appropriate….or easy
I’ll say I love you and I miss you very much
And that I haven’t forgotten your kiss and smell
 	And feel, and taste, and touch
I’ll say you’re in my dreams every night
And in the morning, you are my light
	And that I hate to tell you goodbye
 That every time you walk away
 I think I just might die
              I’ll say you healed a broken heart
And conjured up a beat were none would start
I’ll say that you are passion and fire
	And romance and adventure
And lust, and hunger, and desire
I’ll say you’re everything to me
	And without you, I wouldn’t be
That you are gasoline, I am the spark
And together we are a blaze
             That consumes the very dark
I’ll say that for me there is no other
And that there is no need to look further 
	Because the one made for me is you
That together we are perfection
Now tell me you love me, too.


Details | I do not know? | |

You Just Can't Tell My Story

You Just Can't Tell My Story-
(Glosa)


You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise
………….Maya Angelo

People look at me and
Feel they know my story
When I know myself that
They see only glory
Always on the outside
Solving a mystery
I just don’t understand
What is behind their plan
Is there protohistory
You may write me down in history

I don’t know what you’ll say
I will just have to pray
That my story will be told
In lines written so bold
Left for all the world to see
It will be big surprise
All written in the book
For all to take a look
You just can’t despise
With your bitter, twisted lies



Wanting to look your best
While sticking out your chest
Your fancy dress and all
Driving your fancy car
People know you from far
They don’t see who you hurt
But it is plain to see
Those things just should not be
Do what you can to flirt
You may trod me in the very dirt

But we all know the truth
Your motive stands out well
I discern right from wrong
I have heard that old song
You just can’t keep me down
I won’t wear a disguise
I’ll just hold my head high
Won’t let you see me cry
We may have to break ties
But still, like dust, I’ll rise


Details | Haiku | |

Poetry

Poetry is life
it is so much more than art
to me it is love


Details | Free verse | |

The Greatest Poem I Never Wrote

The greatest poem ever written must hold many truths.
To define Love,
Pure Love
In words can only be dreamt.
To spell out all musical notations of a symphony,
Harmonies that call to the heart,
Would require a paper too immense.
To paint a picture through language,
The language of love.
A pencil detailed enough could not be found,
To write the greatest love poem ever.
A smile must be drawn with a tear,
A mosaic without color,
A jewel out of waste,
A feast out of a cup of flower.
But most of all,
To write the greatest poem ever told,
Would have to come from
Love turning into magic,
And magic in turn to Love.
Today I looked into your eyes,
Already knowing I loved you,
Knowing what you carried in your heart,
Knowing I have the space to step back,
Knowing already that I never will,
I looked into your eyes,
Into your mind,
Into your soul,
Into your heart,
And found one thing;
You are the greatest poem I never wrote.


Details | I do not know? | |

Poems Are Never Written This Good

My love writes you words
Words in the form of poems
Your love writes my poems
Poems in the form of dreams
Each new morning 
Brings forth a new day
A new sunrise in a new way
But these days suns only rise
No late day sunset
Just sunshine 
Can I write you a line
Can I write six say
That your eyes send chills
Untainted streams produce
Reams of untainted feelings 
Where I constantly 
Find peace in writing these
Pieces piecing together the
Broken fragments of my soul
My mind in REM sleep and I 
Dream of our first child
I don’t have to tell you 
That you remind me of birds
Or angels cause you are
An angel pure heart and
Soothing everything else you 
Are my angel
Pure of body I don’t
Care that our bodies have
Never kissed but I do 
Miss the love we made
When harps play and bells 
Trumpet as you love me
On the Amazon Jungle sounds
My heart makes when you
Sing my name this is not
Animal attraction this is a song
This is an attraction of souls
Our love is a fairy tale but
Fairy tales aren’t written this 
Good our love is a poem but
Poems are never written
This good


Details | Rhyme | |

I Write Now

Now that I develop the gift of expression
What do I write about?
Now, creativity succeeds in succession,
why do I feel doubt?

I don't know how to write about trees
but I write about poetry with progressive ease.
I want to know all forms and they all tease
To write about poetry and some old oak trees.

It's the passion of Maya Angelou 
throwing logs on this fire.
It's rationing pain Ai's brain 
and Baraka's new name desired

My heart pumps, the pen flies, fingers guide
the mind to speak aloud, flowing rivers of
simple/complicated facts, page ridden,
with the intensity to hike Denali.

My blood the Nile, earth and rock lead as gravity,
my heart, pumps me to destinations unknown
Whether up or down or all around my body explores 
writing... exploring how it circulates inside of me
to keep me alive... a creators way to strive and thrive

I love to write whether its wrong or right
I don't know how
but I write now
and I pray the gift of knowledge repents for me to God,
acting as Jesus saying,
"forgive him because he made it to where
 he is is where he's supposed to be..."

I'm here, writing, learning to write
esteemed by my constant effort to speak...
shamed by the amount of time that 
it took me to get here...and only comforted when
I am in the process of doing it.
it...
IT...
I love doing IT!!!

Ha! Make love to me poetry, or rough me up 
with conviction but never leave me... retrieve me 
and lead me to a place where I am everyday
as you do write now.

I'm just starting with you poetry but I must read now
to feed now gravity's leading the circulating river's 
of my blood to bring oxygen to my brain so 
I can say/write: I love you page and pen.


Details | Free verse | |

Short, but Not So Sweet

Sometimes I miss you
And when I do, I wanna kiss you.
But I know this is out of fear,
My dear,
For you are not there
Nor shall you ever be again;
I think our “love” has finally come to an end.


Details | Free verse | |

Writing

Writing is for the strong minded,
The ones with will-power,
Strong at heart.
Writing is for the ones who are lonely,
The ones that give a damn
about the pain and suffering.
Writing is a lonely game,
words written on a page,
Too most mean nothing,
But to few mean something.
Writers are the lost souls
who tell there stories
and get paid nothing for it.


Details | I do not know? | |

Falling (with Aunt Brenda in mind)

My hero!
My inspiration!
My Gaia!
I learned how to love myself.
To be strong.
To never care what others thought.
To always follow my hopes and dreams.
All from you!
You encourage me, when I'm ready to fall.
And just wanna give up.
Your the reason I still write on this paper.
The reason I love writing.
But you gave up on me.
And I never gave up on you.
My unique, inspiring, hero.
Gaia.
But now when I see you.
Your no longer my hero.
My eyes bleeding tears of sadness.
Because you let me down.
But does that mean I'll give up on you?
No!
I will continue to write these words on paper.
Hoping you'll change for the better.


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His Last Love Song

His wife left him in intensive care
After saying her last good-bye
She just couldn’t stay with him in there
For the moment he would die

They were married for over thirty years
He wrote lyrics for love songs
Words that would bring women to tears
To a beat you can sing along

Her best friend sat with him instead
So he wouldn’t have to die all alone
She leaned down and whispered near his head
“Please write for me a last love song”

“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”

They were lovers in thought alone
Never unfaithful to their spouse
Often in each other’s home
But never alone within the house

She always thought his songs were written
With thoughts of her in mind
Especially those about lovers smitten
The Romeo and Juliet kind

Though they never spoke to each other of love
She could see it in his eyes
She wondered what he was thinking of
And what he felt deep down inside

“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”

He died later that night
Without ever waking again
With the only one in sight
His wife’s very best friend

She shed a tear for the loss
Of a friend and fantasy
Pleading on his death bed
“Please write a last love song for me”

She reached inside her pocketbook
For a Kleenex to wipe her eyes
And found a piece of paper
Much to her surprise

Written in his handwriting
Was a note of just fourteen words
“There is an unsung love song in my desk,
Your request I have heard”

“Write for me a love song, before you pass away
Your soul may go to heaven, but your words right here can stay
Write as if the romance we did not share, was a part of our life
I wasn’t burdened by matrimonial cares and you did not love your wife”


Details | Free verse | |

The Poison I Used to Love

Our love was once so beautiful
Before we had to kiss and fall
The timing was horrible
We had once been so beautiful
You kissed my lips,
And told me goodbye
After that, I proceeded to cry
I had felt as if I had just died inside
Your lips held the kiss of death,
They always made me get undressed
I’d lie to my others lovers, say I didn’t have another
Than I’d sneak you in at night
Put up a measly fight
But it never worked
Your touch was deadly
Your kisses vile as poison.
Oh that things I wish now that I had never done,
At first they seemed fun
And they had given me so much adrenaline
But they had produced so much sin
And now the sun is gone 
And I am left here filled with this guilt, that is so strong
But I can do nothing more than carry on
And search for the love for myself that I had lost all along


Details | Rhyme | |

About You and I

We have been friends for years, but my interest in you grew
Although we rarely see one another, I think of you often too
You write and always sign off “love” along with your name
To assume that you feel more for me can be a dangerous game

To my surprise, you signed off “love you” just the other day
Love is a deep connection; I don’t know what to think or say
I’ve never been good at this; should I read between the lines?
My situation is too difficult for most; you could never be mine

You told me that you’ve always had a spot in your heart for me
Do you sign off with love when you write others or me mostly?
I’m confused and don’t want to misread; what do I make of this?
When it comes from your heart, the truth told, I don’t want to miss

I need words in black and white also bolded; they stand out better
They should be printed and highlighted in bright colored markers
Though I realize my circumstances are exceptional, I need to know
Do you love me and wish we could have a future? If not, just say no

You must and will remain nameless as I am now in love with him
You were once upon a time a bright light which has become dim
My feelings for you are fading as I am focused on my new love
Still, I can’t help but wonder; please answer the questions above


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F, 20-ish, GSOH, WLTM

 
I'm going to have to lie.
Can't admit I'm desperate
I'll say I have an "open mind"
I hope this photo makes them think
I'm under twenty five
Can't tell about the happy pills
I'll state "contagious smile"

Or should I be honest?
"Party girl who likes to drink
until she swims in vomit
Seeks like-minded, big ol' man
Lazy, low attention span,
facial spots, some teeth missing
undeniable penchant for whistling
Must be fun, must be flirty,
must be black belt in karate"

No.

"Voluptuous blonde,
gold digger, white trash
loves nothing more than smoking hash
looking for a loving man
who disregards my hoarse moustache"

Bwaahhh
This is hopeless, this is lame
Cant compete in this dating game
No-one will ever want me 
When all I can offer is honesty....

"Are you looking for a fun loving, beautiful intelligent female who's wild in bed?
Well, good luck!!" 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Root of Inspiration

I set out on a quest today,
Compelled to write a poetic story,
I thought perhaps I’d write about,
The mind in its’ infinite glory,
While philosophizing life
I wondered, what is inspiration?
So I continued on my noble journey,
Through the minds vast imagination,
I was full of motivation,
As I made my faithful way,
And neurological obstacles,
Kept getting in my way,
Soaring through the universe,
I came unto a vibrant light,
As i set my hand upon it,
I was filled with divine insight,
The gleaming light then vanished,
And an angel had appeared,
Dressed in a robe of white,
Dawned with a halo in her hair,
A silky voice then asked me,
Is it knowledge you require?
She said again as if she’d known,
Then ask what you desire,
I was wondering where it was,
That inspiration is derived,
Then as I came unto the light,
I’d understood as I arrived.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

If I would Write a Song

If I would write a song
It most definitely would be about you
I'd tell everyone your story & show them the real you

If I could write a song
I'd say you had a passion for what's right
A fire burning in your soul
To show the world God's Light

I would tell how much you care
About the little things in life
Like your little brother's loose tooth,
And your sister's A in Spanish

I would tell of your Sunday school teaching 'career'
How you rescued Suzy's kitten from a tree
You're every little boy's hero 
Playing 'Cowboys & Indians' all afternoon long

I would reminisce of that warm sunny day
Not long ago in June
when we frolicked in the river
All afternoon long
When you kissed me softly on the lips
And said you were all mine

You are wonderful in every way
No I'm not biased at all

You light up the room
Whenever you walk through the door
Morning, noon, & night
Your eyes sparkle with true joy
Everyone around sees the changes in you,
From boy to man
Striving to be the person
God has planned

If I could write a song
I would tell the world how much
I love you


Details | Chant Royal | |

to my mother

Mom, the power was within your womb 

You Carried me nine month and bought me out of this world 

The thought of you holding this very new life

I write this for you, mother 

Because your love for me was unconditional

You are a rose in the vein of my life

through the years growing with you was defiantly hard and strife

you have struggle with one pair of shoe on dice

And carried the hard labor with $5.50 and yet you fill our plate with brown rice

You struggle with tears and with Jesus you did fought the fear

I know you work hard for the dime

Mom you have went through hard time

But, still you call on Jesus and he comfort you

But, still you call on Jesus and He strengthen you

I write this for you, mother 

You made a daring sacrifice and unselfish desire 

You were always there whenever I needed you

cause your love for me was straightforward and true

Mom, you are my best award Jesus have ever given me

The best one 

Though I may not be the best son 

Having you in my life, 

by listen to you,

 God had found me a special wife

I am more blessed than having you than silver or gold

in your very arms I was that little one that you have hold

mom I love you because you are very bold

You are the senses of my comfort 

though trouble on each side 

Jesus delivered us from the rough tide.

while the enemy try to make me feel impotent

Throughout the whole years of my life you made me fill important

I thank you Jesus for an extraordinary mom

Through encouragement and praise

through the stormy blaze

God amazing grace

 made me say your the greatest mom that I have ever had.

thank you mom for taken care of me 

I appreciate you mom 

by Stanley jean Jacques


Details | Quatrain | |

Now I Do Not Need To Here Her Complain of Late Nights

"Were you online again dear half way through the night" the wife said to me,
My thoughts were simply " I wish she would let me just write and be".
2010 I decided that I was going to get my real wish to take some real flight,
I could do what I want when I want without any type of nosey drained out fight.

2009 I decided the big divorce and would be free and go my own way,
I would open up blog after blog without hearing a word that she would say,
Between tulip, dan, the rev and 2010 explosions of neve and many more,
I would write until my fingers bled, and barely walk outside the front door.

I would let my health take a plunge and not take any good advice spoken,
I would rather let everything around me become a mess, my life broken,
But when I am told to change things from those who love me like they do,
I gripe they are judgmental even though I gained many pounds or two.


**we never want to hear advice from those who love us when our lives
hit the toilet
this is for the dans, the tulips, the jeremies, and the rev's, oh and now 
neve...

a 2010 explosion...in more ways then one..an explosion


Details | I do not know? | |

poet's book

the art of love is my specialty
and being in love is all about me
and i've had my heart aches 
and often wrote about
i have an understanding
about being hurt
i share it with other people
who someone did desert
i have a special gift 
that i sometimes give to God
a good part of my wisdom
and a big piece of my heart
i am an all american
a patriot that votes
often times when i'm read 
people see my  quotes
my heritage is in my heart
my history will not be forgotten
often times i write a line
and tell about the rotten
through the years
i felt the fears
that brought my soul to tears
but i'm glad i took the time
to write it rhyme
so that someone out there listens


Details | Rhyme | |

Water Wheels

Beyond the great unknown that lay
     Before the whisp'ring evening chill
From out this blackness someone hums
     a lonely hymn that lulls the hills

          and lulls the hills
               and lulls them still

This soul oft stayed up late at night
     To write and hum of love and zeal
As moonlight filters through the leaves
     and rivers turn the water wheels

          and turns the wheels
               and turns them still

But Azrael brought to a halt
     The squeaking of his busy quill
and ink that splattered on the floor
     Shall summon bells to toll and peal
          
          to toll and peal
               and toll on still

For out beyond the great unknown
     Before the nights that froze and chill
A soul departs to hum the hymn
     His song of love beyond the hills

          beyond the hills
               and yonder still

And he shall write of love no more
     His quill and paper on the floor
For love has long since gone before
     and life from him forevermore
          
          forevermore          
               forever still

As prone he lay upon the floor

          all cold and stiff
               and colder still

As rivers turn the waterwheels

          and turns the wheels
               and turns them still


Details | Free verse | |

Because I'm Happy

I write because I'm happy
I write because I'm free
I'm write because I'm black
I write because I'm me

I write because of dad
And his 3 poems that I read
I write because a rhyme
Sounds so good in my head

I write because of racism
And how one can't understand
I write because of war
I write because of Uncle Sam

I write because of love
Even write harder because of hate
I write because I cry
When I breathe when I awake

I Write Because I'm Happy

I write because of Poe
And when he spoke of that crow
I write because of of Charlie Brown
And his Haiku on HBO

I write because of you
And those Sonnets so sweet
I write because I'm inspired
By those poems I always read

I Write Because I'm Happy


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Short Wicks and Crochet Needles Don't Ignite a Flame

We are a crooked spinal cord,
unfixable scoliosis ,
intertwining our vertebrae,
broken back bone,
solid case of we just don’t keep each other upright anymore.

We are an accordion,
swiftly dividing and reconnecting.
The sounds of harmonicas, claps,
and the flicks of lighters
whistle at our performance of dysfunction-
Always parting as soon as we meet,
never meeting long enough to just be,
sort out things or carry on
because in a split second we are always gone.
Come back to me,
stay for a while and sing,
listen to the harp players finger pads strum amazingly.

You are a meteorite,
falling into my orbit,
puncturing the lung of my atmosphere.
You are a candles wick that is too short,
extinguishing my flame with your loss of words.
Silence and darkness,
harsh and bitter,
not willing to take the chance and just let be burn bright,
fill up the room with my light.
You let me die.

I am a crochet needle,
bending the yarn of you,
weaving together your threads 
to make you something that you’re not.
Maybe you were meant to change,
and I was meant to stay the same,
but our coping skills don’t cooperate,
and we put too much water in the flask,
diluting the chemicals.
There was no reaction.

We are a dance without a song,
offbeat drumming,
fingerless strumming,
out of place humming,
creatures that are becoming nothing.


We are a broken mood ring,
scratched record,
dull pencil,
chipped car paint,
two humans that just aren’t programmed to be together.

Maybe if crochet needles could light the wick of a candle,
or maybe if we didn’t step on each other’s toes when we danced,
or maybe if we calculated our chemistry correctly,
we could start a reaction.
And maybe I’m just making up excuses,
trying to find reasoning behind the puzzles pieces not fitting,
trying to discover something that will never be there.

But I have come to find that short wicks and crochet needles don’t ignite a flame.


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I was in pain

I was in pain 
while you ask me 
about the sneaking time.
As the sun is creeping 
on the sidelines 
of your home window,
illuminate every page of the book 
you reading are a widow.

Then really, they took 
despite you do not sit 
on the shady cloud climb.

I am friends with the rain 
and made friends with the dark.
They really talk 
without looking towards me.
Then I write the night 
to fight against the sun.
They scramble to write down 
the words of love 
in every book you read 
in every sense that you love for 
your life as in the time.
Rather profane than eternal was.


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Renegade Heart

I'm a soldier, can't you tell by my wounds?
I've been tortured, I've been beaten, and I've been bruised! 
I have scars, I have stitches, I feel pain all the time. 
I don't cry anymore cause tears have stopped falling from my eyes.
I've broken up homes and destroyed countless bonds 
But I too have been lied to and conned! 
I've fought many battles and won many fights 
I've learned many tactics like when to shoot and how to shoot right.
My brain is filled with memories, memories of my wars
I've tried to erase them but they've filled my body like the sores.
I've played in fire and got burnt time and time again 
Destruction seems to be my one and only friend 
Cause my enemies are countless and are everywhere I turn
But the one thing I desire hurts more then the wounds I've endured,
Battlefields cause damage I could have suffered more
But when its all said and done all is fair in love and war!


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Knife and Lust

Walking these streets of manhattan so aimlessly 
All alone in the dark only lights by the city shops 
I'm scared alone feeling out of love now lost the knife was rough 
You stabbed me in the back all I can do is Cry on my knees veins hot as fire 
With mixed emotions running through 
It's Like this dagger killing me more inside all this love and all this hate burns me away 
Deep inside passion urning for another lusting after another 
As if I were a lion in a jungle taking that prey and burning up with tense desire 
It's like a knife with loves wounds after the lust 
This is very hard for me in a world you left me bleeding alone 
Never picked me up left my heart to die out 
With my tears hitting the city pavement times like this just burns me away 
Love can go off like a loaded gun a love  vanishes just like a knife with lust 
-- by Brian OToole jr. 
Share!



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narcissists in love

sometimes when i get tired
of talking to myself
and all the parts
--out there somewhere:
i take the mirror from its place
and write on the wall behind us.



when i get angry at the telephone
because it won't talk,
i throw it behind us, too.--
there are more holes than there are words.
and i can't get sentimental about the cracks.



any time i want, i can tear the wall down;
but so far, there's been nothing but the wall between us
for me to write my words on.
--so you think it's the only thing
that keeps me talking.



that i see nothing but the desired object;
that i desire nothing beyond the thin reflection of myself
covering the smooth distance, and soft holes
i'm not allowed to get sentimental about.



but i won't get mental either.
i have my thoughts,
everyone has thoughts.
i'm looking for something with more substance,
than mere images and words.



more thoughts than to slide on and off
the wall.
leaving nothing but raw traces of my love
held up by your protection
from the birth of a separate object
between us.



with nothing but dancing by the bed,
and tortured knife pokes in the mattress.--
we're both narcissists in love.
you think with nothing between our hopeful touch
that one of us will kill us.


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Insignificant Matters

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people things will always be the same
then their would be the blaming game
I write this poem to the Insignificant out their
because they do not deserve the bad stare

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we would not be guessing
people would just plane stressing
I do understand how feeling are
because I do stare into the star

To write a poem of which make a person change
is not so insignificant and strange
Without those people we could not be our selves
people would just give up and leave things on shelves
I do think people that is insignificant are life batter
because everyone in life is not insignificant they all matter


Details | I do not know? | |

Gloom, Doom, Despair

Why so much drama in these words that I pen?
What about the happiness I had back when?
Was my life never full of those beautiful things?
Sunshine and flowers and butterflies wings?

No kisses from Daddy, just too far away
The hugs from my mom, no love they convey
My memories faded, maybe just suppressed
Where was the love they promised to profess?

Don’t judge yourself based on these poems I write
My mind tends to lead this chartered flight
But sharing with you all these feelings of mine
Invites criticism, such a very fine line

My despair is not yours, nor yours to endure
Consider these words my personal spoor
I’ll come to a place in my heart that is free
Just allow me to be, for me to be me

Because…

I write down the words I know to be true
I write about hurt and the things that I do
Often that connection too strong to deny
Like the one between you and the reason I cry


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Perfect kind of desire

Sitting here in front of your image 
I desired from my past 
My body all in tingles 
Body gets fired up like the summer heat 

All emotions running wild 
I know I should not lust it's unjust 

But you look so good yet so fantastic 
I can almost taste you with my lips with lust 

I can not control it 
Is it wrong that I love the way your presence is 

You are a lier and a cheat thief in the night 
Tonight your everything I desired 

Like a roman warrior god 
Love your aching heart 

Just a work of arts desire 
Did not know this love could feel so good 

Your dangerous I don't care 

Maybe I'm naive 

Your my perfect kind of desire 
I long for you can you save me from that cloud 

By- Brian Otoole


Details | I do not know? | |

Writing In Love

To write love on her arms
To hold her through the dark
To protect her from all harm
To help her to forget all those marks
I'll always be here for you
Even when the sky is grey
I'll be the sunshine and glow on you
I'll be your bandage and wrap you up every single day
You don't even  have to know what to say

To write love on her arms
I'll lead you through all the nightmares
And into a pleasant passing dream
I'll be your shield and kill all the Scares
I'll be here to hold you, and give you warmth when you have to scream
Because I'll lead you through the dark
I'll be the sunshine and glow on you
I'll be the bandage and wrap you up every single day
You just need to live
You don't even have to know what to say


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Priceless Gift

Priceless Gift

Precious love from a glance
Across a hall; fates granted chance
Into my heart your eyes could see
Something not seen by me

Blind with courage and conceit
I courted, paraded; light on my feet
Unwise and foolish as they come
I made the path painful cumbersome

Despite my faults and my flaws
Your love is there, it always was
As I write this;tears I cry
emotion and love penetrate my eyes

My body I give only to you
My mind is yours;as you would do
My heart I offer into your own
My ship of life to your shores has blown

In your bosom I fade away
To a secret place, without care I lay
Your scent, your skin and your breath
priceless gifts, to the death

I know your love is better than I
That's why as I write this, I cannot but cry
To not cherish you as you should be
Is a sin unto you...by me

For any moment, any second at all
Wherein my love did not stand loud and tall
I ask you to simply understand
I am with fault, but I am your man

The minutes, days and years go by
About us other's love withers and dies
Despite my flaws and tangled self
My love for you rises above all else

To see your face next to mine
To see your hand placed in mine
to feel your warmth against mine
A priceless gift some never find

A priceless gift you give to me
Without effort and unselfishly
A gift most seek but will not discover
You give to me ; wife, mother and lover

There are no words to describe it to you
There are no colors to paint it for you
There are no tools to build it for you
But know I would lay down and die for you

I need you to know I will always try
I need you to know why I cry
Even Hercules, my love, he could not lift
I thank you my sweet for this priceless gift


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words

Words Words can make you hurt, Words can make you cry. Words can make you laugh, 
Words can make you try. Words can change you and Words can make act wrong. Words 
can hurt others. But words that hurt are nothing new. Words with action is. Because some 
actions can hurt and make pain come. Some actions can make you feel happy and loved. 
Some actions can get you down the wrong road. But whatever happens, with words or 
actions Remember that friends and people have feelings Try listening to them Friends can 
make you laugh when your sad. They can catch you when you fall. No friend lets you die Or 
leaves you in a dark corner to cry. Friends are angels from above. They are there for you. 
So if their is one thing from this that you remember is should be this, Don't say your my 
friend one moment, Then hurt me and leave me to die the next.


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Poem of You

                                             A poem is what you ask me to write,
                                             I try for originality and not to trite;
                                             As the words stumble over each line,
                                             Doesn't seem right, is what I find;
                                             But I continue to write all my words,
                                             Can only rhyme that with flock of birds;
                                             I write the thoughts that are in my mind,
                                             Thoughts are all of you is what i find;
                                             So I switch and write, what is in my heart,
                                             Then i find that you are the main part;
                                             So I write about all the tomorrows to come,
                                             But when I add together you are the sum;
                                             The sum of all my nights and my days,
                                             You will always be my hearts, love craze.


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If It's Not Poetry

If it's not poetry then it don't make sense!

My mentality is actually a masterpiece
practically painted masterfuly
to satisfy the custumer.
It's a ballad scratched on my pad
laterally after me and my pen
practice we'll start constructing a....
Rhyme similar to a rapper's free
with no actual beat blasting the masses
past disaster I will do it rapper free.

If it's not poetry then it don't make sense!

You write hiaku's touching hearts
I read sonnetts from the soul
You make cinquains from the brain
These odes make me feel like gold.

If it's not poetry then it don't make sense!

Without the rhyme I'd be dead
I take advantage of the moment
Releasing words from my head
That might get another open.
Repeat everything I said
Then go to a soul and quote it
He'll probably love what he heard
Then go and write him some words.

If it's not poetry then it don't make sense!


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to The Public

Not really a poem, but the truth of my being.

To the Public
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

When I write the words just flow. I get an inspiration or a thought and have to write it down. 
Why, I do not know.  They just flow and all follow a story.  I write my innermost thoughts with 
the deepest passion imaginable and all are TRUE life experiences which have occurred in my life. 
I am diagnosed Severe Bipolar Disorder and disabled and draw SSDI. I no longer have to work 
from over 40 yrs in Maintenance and 2 degrees in Electronics and Electrical maintenance. I do 
draw disability now for over 2 yrs time and depression is a daily bout which I face every day, 
but try to be positive. The medicine I take is for my head and helps with mood swings and 
depression. As to date, I cannot read many of my works as I Bawl like a baby at most of 
them.  I remember when and how I felt when I wrote them.  But all of them follow a story to 
the end.  I cannot recite a single one because once written they are gone, otherwise they eat 
my Brain.  I am crying now as I write this and divulge my deepest thoughts and experiences of 
my life. I feel better now that it is gone from my head folks.  When a situation arises, I just 
know which ones will deserve recognition to be told.  I suffer from arthritis on my left side, my 
hands hurt all the time, and I practice herbal medicine for the pain.  I create my own remedies 
from my herbologist named Daryl Collins here in Okmulgee, he gives me the herbs and I am 
the guinea pig first and foremost for the experience.  Anyone else who suffers from this can 
contact me at trenton6896@yahoo.com.  I am willing to tell you the recipe for my
Creations.  I hope all appreciate this testimony of mine.  All I say is true to fact.
							William Lewis Moore
							June 28, 2011


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id like too

before I pass through the moon and stars, I would like too have a family in the woods, by a creek hearing birds chirping as they stay in the trees I'll tell my children that there talking bout you, when the night comes we will count all the stars see how full the sky is and pray for a shooting star when you go to bed I'll stir up some hot chocolate and surprise them in their room, how great it is to have these things when your fast asleep in peace.


Raymond Geisel- id like too


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Listen To My Song

 Listen to my song.
I wrote it just for you.
I tried to say some things
I didn't think you knew.
And when my song is over --
When all the words are through
I hope my message has been heard --
My heart belongs to you.

Listen to my song!
Find comfort in my words.
A feeling deep inside me
Is crying to be heard.
And, should you never hear it,
I'll write it down for you,
Since sometimes spoken words can't say
The things you want them to.

I've tried so many times
To write a song for you.
It seems each time I tried,
I missed a word or two.
So, if you cannot hear
The meaning of my song --
I'll spend my lifetime writing
Till the right words come along.


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I Do Not Deserve

I lay here, trembling from the cold and bitterness of this world. Frozen in place, wondering 
when you will take me. But no, you cannot. Let me stay here, cocooned in my never ending 
misery, crying out in despair, encouraging it to keep coming forward, for it never slows 
down. Why? Why must you give me so much? So much grace, mercy, compassion. So much 
that I do not deserve. For I know that the torment stuck inside me, would write it’s name with 
dark red lines across my wrists, flowing with unsaid remarks. That the smoke would write its 
name upon my lungs and brain cells. That the substance crawling down my throat would 
write its name upon my liver and my good judgment. That males would intercede on my 
desolation and write their names upon my virginity. If not your name was written upon my 
heart, mind, and soul, all would come to pass. But no, let me dwell upon this corrupt nature 
only to make me feel worse. Much worse do I deserve. The purest lamb’s blood poured over 
me washing me clean. Washing me clean of anything and everything. My troubles and 
despair lifted up to Him, only to cause me to become filled with joy. No, why must you love 
me this way, bless me when I do not deserve. Lead me, work through me, let your will be 
done. Let anything and everything glorify you, but do not bring joy upon me, for I do not 
deserve. No matter. You will still give me things, bring me hope and joy, and bless me. For 
you have my best interests at heart and know what I need. You will provide and I will put all 
my faith and trust in you. Nothing I have, compares to Calvary. But I still lay it at your feet 
and all I can say is thank you. and I love you.


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To my husband with love

 You've given me about everything I've ever asked for
Thats why I want to tell you dear each day I love you more.

If I could turn back the hands of time theres one thing I would erase
and that would be all the worry lines I've put upon your sweet face.

You've been my friend through all these years
the only true one I've had.

You've been there by my side to comfort 
me when things were going bad.

And rho life's not been easy it never was meant to be
I wanted you to know sweetheart your everything to me.

I've almost lost you many times,but God has pulled us through
hes given us another chance to live our  life all new.

Theres just one thing in this whole world
I'd really love to do. and that one thing to me
sweetheart is to live my life with you.

your wife
with love
"Teeny"


( this was written to my grandpa... we never discovered this poem  until the day 
she passed away. It fell from a  photograph of her and my sister... ( the picture 
was tooken when my sister was little). We framed it and  had it placed in the 
living room.... January 2nd  2008 my house caught fire  and we practically lost 
everything  especially  this only  poem written to grandpa by his wife ( grandma). 
Lucky before the fire one year  in 2006  I had the chance to  write it down  and  
place among my   poems... When I  read this poem I  grew the   ability to write my 
own... like I have a  piece of my grandma in me. and I just want to tell her I miss 
her and  love her  "R.I.P. grandma Evans aka Teeny  9/11/1934- 9/8/1999")


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Sounds of your love

Echoes sounds of you so 
clear to my ears and your 
groom I'll be but patiently
I'll wait on my knees. With
each rhythm I write it's you
I hear, tone of your love so
very clear. 

Melodies of your love 
seduces my soul and each 
beat that you play erupts
through my bones. Let each
word I write you recite and 
may the sound of your love 
turn my days to night.

I live and love to hear the
sound of you, your tunes and
tones like rhythm and blues 
and like an angel you touch
my heart. You're the version
of sound that sings my love 
and the inspiration I need to 
write your love.

Copyright Andrew Vassell 2012
www.andrewvassell.com


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Fragment Fifteen

You
For you
I write for you

I write for you, eternal
I write for you eternally

Take
Take me
Take my hand 

Take my hand and
Take me far away

We
We are all
We are all love

We are all, Love
We are all I want


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BLACK MADONNA

   Do you know of the icon of "The Black Madonna"?
   She is the Patron of Poland to this day.
   It is not the icon I write about
   But, the young Maiden, Who is 'Queen of Heaven" today.

   Her name is Mary, the Virgin Mother of Christ
   Whose intercessions for us I seek each day.
   The turmoil in our world could perhaps be averted
   If we beseech Her help on our way.

   We know that She is not only an historical figure
   As we, so often think of Jesus Her Son.
   She is a living, gentle, caring person
   Amongst those, whose hearts She has won.

   She has shrines devoted to Her in many places
   Lourdes, Fatima, Chestochowa, and Medjugorjie too.
   Places where She has appeared to others
   That we may know that Her words are true.

   Although you may not be a believer
   One day, we shall find Her pleading our case.
   Before the Son She brought into this world
   That from us, He should not turn His face.

   I know that some, whose beliefs are far from mine
   May scoff and take offense at these words that I write.
   But for me to deny my own beliefs
   Could never my heart make right.

   So, today I write about this Eternal Woman
   To Whom my prayers each day include.
   For Her comforting spirit I pray for all
   Whether Christian, Buddhist, Muslim, or Hindu.

   My faith in Her is something that I must have
   To get me through the trials of each day.
   Though undeserving of Her love that I am
   For it, I quietly pray.

   I waned to write about Her strength, humility, and obedience
   And of Her acceptance when the Angel came to call.
   I often wish that I could be more like Her
   Instead of the person that I have been to all.

   She had the humility to be obedient
   And the strength to see it through.
   I am too proud and rarely listen
   Because of my weaknesses which are obvious to you.

   So, I now ask each one of you
   Of whatever belief you may be.
   To include a prayer to the Lord above
   For Her, to help strengthen me.

   If your words are clear and pure of heart
   Please think of me and pause...
   That they will be heard in Heaven above
   To benefit my soul's undeserving cause.

   Perhaps, one day I will find "The Black Madonna"
   Not as depicted, in Her shrine to see.
   But, in Her place in Heaven on high
   Where Her gentle love may one day comfort me.


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One Of A kind

       She never did cease to amaze
      Someone who literly blew my mind
     When ever she'd set my heart ablaze
        It's how she made me feel I find
    
      She'd pick me up on those sad days
    Help me look forward, and not behind
        It's like she would be there always
     With her I felt at ease, I could unwind

        And the memory of her, still it stays                                                                                         
     It's deeply imbedded, so clearly outlined
       One of those time's I will never erase
        She made everything seem refined                                                                              

      Somebody who had me in this daze
     She was enough to make you go blind
       Still though I could not help but gaze
       As she was quite simply one of a kind



Written 1997 july october 97
inspierd by a friend from coventry at time
also a tribute to afreind at time 
who I met by chance back in 1993
someone who never ever judged me someone 
I will always remember(she really was one of a kind)

NOTE THIS ALREADY ON SOUP JUST REEDITED#
NOT CHANGED THIS THE PREQLE TO SUBLIME
ABOUT A FRIEND SOMEONE WHO I WAS REALLY CLOSE
TO AT TIME NOW GONE SO PERSONAL TO ME
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i did  follow this up with a new write titled  guiding light
through conversationn with sister ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
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The Perfect Love Poem

If I could write like William Shakespeare
You would be my Juliet
I would write the perfect love poem
The world could not forget

If I could paint da Vinci's masterpiece
The world would know your name
Your smile would steal the hearts of men
Your beauty would bring you fame

If I could play the perfect love song
Mozart himself, would blush
Your song would be on everyone's lips
And cause their hearts to rush

If I could tell the perfect love story
Twain's pen would be retired
You would be the world's best seller
And by everyone, desired

If I could write the perfect love poem
There would be nothing I'd have to do
For this poem's already been written
This poem of love is you


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About Last Night - New Year's Eve Remorse

About last night...

I just wanted to write and tell you
That last night was a big mistake
I'd had way too much to drink
I was tired and it was getting late.

I wasn't thinking clearly
I wasn't thinking the way I normally do
I let my emotions get the best of me
I let you tell me things that were not true.
I was influenced by the moment
I did things that I now wish I didn't do.

When we first met last night
I could see clearly see what was on your mind.
I could see clearly read your twisted intent
I could easily read the lust that was in your eyes.

And it had nothing to do with 'Forevers"
'I do's', White Dresses or White Weddings
Long term commitments of any kind.
It all had to do with you pleasing yourself
Executing what was on your mind.

And so I let you woo me
I let you stay with me for a while
You had a sort of amusement
You had a captivating smile.

When we danced all night
I let you hold me close
I closed my eyes and pretended
That we were in love
I let myself be in a different place
I place where I was loved.

Last night's drinking led to dancing
And then dancing led to our first kiss
And then kisses led to other things
Things I engaged in
But now in hindsight
With some remiss.

And so I just wanted to tell you
If it had been in another time or place
I would never have given you the time of day
You never would have kissed my smiling face.

And so I feel that I need to tell you
On this first day of the first of the year
That I never ever want to see you again
In spite of last night's cheer.

You just happened to be there
When I needed someone to engage 
With a comforting smile
You were a mild amusement
You kept me company for a while.

And so that's about all I needed to tell you
About what happened late last night
I just wanted to write you a formal goodbye
And tell you what was on my mind
I thought that I would send it to you
And do what I thought was right.

*A Hypothetical Reflection on a New Year's Eve Tryst

(January 1,  2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved



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twenty reasons

I can give you twenty reasons why i love you
 
You have a kind heart,
You listen even when it's hard,
You read everything with your eyes,
You came and took me by surprise,
 
You make me feel alive,
You're tough enough to survive,
You're well informed,
You write things that make hearts  move.
 
You're a mystery,
the kind that I'll bargain for discovery,
And who knows, you might just be "the one"
do i need to say you're fun?
 
You're good in making me open up
and you compliment all my crap,
You're smart,
and you don't know it but you often melt my heart.
 
You're music interests are messy,
And at times you act like you're crazy,
But when you talk, you make things alright
And I only need you to make everyday bright.
 
There goes...my 20 reasons why I love you
And I'm sure a lot of others like you too
cause you're wonderful You're "you"
but will they write you songs everyday like I do?


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Hey - Let's Write A Poem

Hey!
Let's write a poem,
Short or long,
Doesn't matter.
Let's just write a poem
Let's write about love
Or sorrow,
About today or tomorrow...
About war and peace,
About you and me, and
About how you forgot
To be
True blue,
When you, in that one weak moment,
Tossed those vows aside.
You know the ones,
Spoken with such sincerity.
Let's write a poem
That begins with words
That will give the world
Back its laughter,
A poem about the here and now and
The forever after;
Of life and love and
Promises sweet.
Stop stalling!
Let's just get on with it and
Write a poem to ease my pain and
Make me smile again!



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Same Boat

I woke up this morning and I took my breath,
prayed to Allah that I took that step.
Making it's hard but I cooked what's left
and saved the rest for the family
can of peas
that I took off the shelf,
you understanding me.
I have dreams so everyday I stand and freelance styles
it's been the same process sense I was a child now,
I write a song every other day the other days
I discover ways to put a buck in the bank hussling.
We all struggling, financially I hate
to see my mom stumbling loosing her job again.
Forget sobbing when the times get tough,
put in overtime at my job
dimes stack up, it's not enough....listen.
Bills rack up out my checks they take half
I spend the rest on food and music you do the math.
Everyday is like another step taken,
we're in the same boat all trying to make it.

I know it's people that think it's fine where I'm at,
but they haven't seen through the eyes of Iraq.
Suicide bombers take lives they die fast,
even little kids hold knives that slice back
at US militants, orders from Bin Laden
land hold killers even innocents get blasted.
Car bombs go off,
youngen buying bread for mother
gets his leg blown off for him it's so hard.
That life I want no part so Allah
I fight through life writting like I've been
struck by the venom of white vipers.
Might not see the next day the best way
to write until I'm dead face
down shot up from tech spray.
I live and die for the music
it's all love don't try to confuse it.
Until then don't judge my soul, I know
you know the feeling let's roll we in the same boat.


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Share my soul

I would like to propose a toast
                             To my friends on this site
For all of us share a single soul
                             One that loves to write
We write not for fame or glory
                             But agree that would be cool
We have all just come to learn
                             Poetry is our greatest tool
We write about our triumphs
                             As well as our regrets
We write about those we love
                             This includes our pets
We write about things in our past
                             Things that are yet to come
We write about our deepest joys
                             And pain that leaves us numb
We write about all types of nature
                             This includes the birds and bees
We write about our darkest sins
                             And getting on our knees
We write about the politics
                             The agonies of war
We write of how God loves us so much
                             Thats what he gave his son up for
We write about the children that are born
                             And our love ones who have died
We write about things we have let go
                             And things that we have tried
This morning I picked up my pen
                             Just to let my dear friends know
You're not only deep in my heart
                             You also share my soul


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A Word with you, TS

A moment of your time TS Eliot
as I shall praise you with glory.
You are a genius,
an American now an English Gentleman
went to Harvard,
went to London,
Married the first girl you met,
disgraced your family in Saint Louie!
Became friends with the great Ezra Pound,
tell him I said, "hello,"

1915,

The publication of Prufrock,
my favorite poem,
spoke to me so much,
I cried everytime I read it.
World War I scared you,
tried to join the navy,
but too sick I heard.
You, my friend are a genius.

Then there was Violet,
a young girl who admired you,
you two instantly fell in love,
took her by the hand and whisked her off into paradise;
Into a not so Wasteland.
Speaking of Wasteland,
yes 1922 came along
a year you became dark and mysterious
an old man writing in a girls point of view,
Why Marie?
The Burial of the Died,
A Game of Chess,
The Fire Sermon,
Death by Water,
and What the Thunder Said.
All truely genius my friend.
Dedication and transfiguration,
such Modernism in your voice,
in your work,
that should have called you
the Modernistic boy.

TS Eliot my friend,
after you have passed
and now long gone you are,
laying next to Dickens, Chaucer, Shakespeare,
at the Poets corner in Westminister Abbey
I look at your past work
that made you, who you are
and may I say, you my friend are a genius.
Goodday to you my sir,
and I shall leave you off with a kiss
and a cherished line from; The Wasteland.

From Burial of the Dead:

"And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something diffrent from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you,
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I WILL SHOW YOU FEAR IN A HANDFUL OF DUST."

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust", wow
TS, that my friend, is genius!

Rest in Peace too T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
    -My inspirastion for writing poetry
and becoming a poet! Thank you!!


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POETETICS

I take Mr. Webster's pages
Season rather well
Toss t4hem in a noisy blender
Stir them up pell-mell

If you find therein some meaning
I am doing well
'Cause I am just a used-words merchant
I've nothing else to sell

So here I am, past seventy
A prattling, wordy fool
My friends all say, and I agree
I should go back to school

I can learn from textbooks proper ways
The way to do it right
And scribble pretty words of  love
That blossoms in the night

But what does this boy know of love?
I've only loved one girl
Since back when I was seventeen
And I had hair, with curls

Society says love comes and goes
And girls move in and out
But I don't understand their way
Or what it's all about

So I'll just keep my long-time girl
Who wears my wedding ring
There is no Jeezebel in her
She treats me like a king

So i can never write of love
As forlorn tragedy
I can only write of love
AsI found it to be


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A Short Note

A Short Note

I just sat down to write this short note to you
No particular reason my heart just wanted to
You know, My Angel, loving you is lifelong hard work
The easy times are just a blissful lifelong perk
I have to constantly think of creative new ways
To heat up your nights and brighten your days
Try to make you see that forever x 2 is not a plan but fate
Make you see that you are more than my wife and soulmate
You need to understand that I truly love you more than…
That I will always truly be your BLACKMAN
My Angel you are my beautiful blessed destiny
Your love will forever bring out the best in me
I don’t write you because I want to
I write you because my heart has to speak to you
To tell you the depth of the feelings I hold inside
How your love keeps my heart & soul on a utopian joyride
Our love is magnificently infinite like the wonders of space
You will infinitely occupy my heart, your special place
My Angel I guess it’s time to bring this note to an end
Forever Yours, your husband, your lover, your friend


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My Longing

My Longing


It is the second day now
That I wish to be the glass
You drink water from, thirsty
I have craved for so long
For my dreams to come true
And here I am now
Because my lips long desperately
To touch every single tremble of yours
I love you!
Obsessed with
The upcoming joy
Flying from endless meadows
As the wind whispers softly
In the petals of colourful flowers
And I can hardly wait, my sweet desire,
For my fingers
To collect the scattered beads
Of sunlight in your beautiful hair
I love you


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I Love Writin

SOMETIMES I FEEL STUCK W/NO POSSIBILITIES
LIKE IM ALONE CUZ NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME
I KNO IM RARE CUZ THERE'S NO ONE LIKE ME
MIMICKIN IS NOT AN OPTION CUZ DEN U'LL HAVE 2 GET INSIDE OF ME
FLOW THRU MY VEINS WIT EASE
RUSH 2 MY HEART N STAY
LIVE IN MY BRAIN
LEARN Y I'M NOT HEALIN
OTHA THEN DAT U'LL NEVA KNO WAT IM FEELIN
I CAN HIDE MY CARES N WORRIES UNTIL DEY START SUBSIDIN
I GOT A LOT OF THINGS INSIDE OF ME THAT I'VE BEEN HIDIN
EMOTIONS THAT I'VE BEEN FIGHTIN
SO I FOUND MY OUTLET N SO I KEEP WRITIN

I DNT CARE IF THE NEXT PERSON LIKES IT
OR IT DOESNT SOUND RIGHT
CUZ ITS THE TRUTH FROM MY HEART
I'VE NEVER WROTE IN PENCIL
CUZ IF I HAVE 2 ERASE IT WASNT REAL
U CANT REWRITE MISTAKES N LIFE RIGHT?
U JUS HAVE 2 MOVE ON

DA INK REPRESENTS EVERYTHIN I'VE DONE WRONG & RIGHT
& HOW I LIVE W/NO REGRETS SO IF I MAKE A MISTAKE...N I WILL
I'LL NEVA TRY 2 ERASE IT
AND 4 A MOMENT I FEEL ALRIGHT
CUZ I GOT SUMTHINGS OFF OF MY CHEST & MIND
I TRY NOT 2 TAKE THINGS 4 GRANTED
SO Y AM I TAKEN?
I HAVE LOVE N MY HEART BUT I WANT 2 EXCHANGE IT
I HAVE FEAR IN MY EYES BUT U CANT SEE IT
I KEEP MY HEAD REAL LOW SO I DONT GET QUESTIONED
I HATE WEN I HAVE 2 EXPLAIN Y PPL HAVE BEEN SO SELFISH
THEY MAKE ME HAPPY THEN TAKE MY HAPPINESS WEN THEY LEAVE
PPL DID SOME THINGS 2 ME U WOULDN'T BELIEVE
BUT FROM MY PAST I LEARN N DEN TRY 2 REFRAIN
TRYIN NOT 2 DO DA SAME THINGS AGAIN
TRYN NOT 2 CRY CUZ I'VE BEEN BETRAYED
I HATE 2 CRY SO I'LL START WRITIN AGAIN
I LOVE 2 WRITE CUZ IT TELLS ME ABOUT ME
LIKE THE THINGS I THINK I KNO ABOUT MYSELF 
AND EVEN THE THINGS I DONT SEE
WHEN I WRITE ITS LIKE IM BI-POLAR
I HAVE MULTIPLE PERSONALITES CUZ I NEVA WRITE BOUT DA SAME FEELINGS
BUT THEY'RE ALL ME
GLUE A PEN 2 MY HAND CUZ I'LL NEVA STOP WRITIN
IT DA 1 THING DAT MAKES ME....HAPPY


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Titanic Letters contest

I write this poem from my heart
As I set off on my fresh new start
A woman of the age of nineteen
Leaving her family for this American dream
With just this napkin and worn out ink
I rest this night under Gods eyes and think
Of all that I am leaving behind
To make sure my little boy and I will be just fine
The ticket cost more than we could afford
But while the captain said "all aboard"
I knew it was my last chance to truly live
And have a chance to someday give
These little hands the ability to play
Lord give us strength is what I pray
From nine to two im committed to dine
On deck with musical fingers that chime
Then again at six for dinner time
Seriate this ship while they enjoy evening wine
Though they will make money off me
My only song and melody
Will sound across the ocean floor
Free at last my wings shall finally soar
And when he’s older he will understand
A mother’s love and faithful hands
Directed his destiny to new borders
While voyaging on still waters
When he’s grown he will know no lack
For all his wealth will be in tact
I end this write until part two
My payment now I must pursue,
Day three on this exquisite sea
The people have been quite nice to me
They house me and my angel all for free
While I keep playing so eloquently
I know we will soon be there
A man offered us to stay in his care
All if I will teach his wife
To dance on zebra keys with abundent life
The lavish life I can plainly see
Never again will we feel pity,
Why are people screaming upstairs?
Ill finish my line for down here I’m unaware
This poem I keep sown in his pocket
For my son you will look back and it will be your cherished locket...

I sit here and look at all my land,
I wish for a moment I was still in your hands,
Dear mother you sacrificed your life for me,
That night our ship of dreams lost its identity,
Now grown and wise,
With your gental green eyes,
This piece of you is all I got,
As I write, my stomach is in knots,
Even though I was only two,
I remember all that you went through,
Wrapping me in a little tote,
Slipping me in that safety boat,
For many had to stay on deck,
While the ocean engulfed that wreck,
And only the rich could really survive,
Dear mother I was your wealth that’s how you kept me alive,
You have never left my sleeves,
I keep your words sown as part of me,
I know that you’re playing For God and all his angelic bliss
I end this journal entry with a cherished kiss.

By; Sabina Nicole
Titanic contest


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Letters

Here I am again.
With my paper and pen.
I am writing another letter.
Even though it won't make anything better.

I always write to you every day.
There was still a lot I needed to say.
I can't believe it's been so long.
Without your presence it feels so wrong.

I want to hear your voice.
But I don't have a choice.
I want to see your face.
But the world is a messed up place.

I have piles and piles of these letters in my room.
But they will never get sent to you anytime soon.
Because you in the heavens, away and a far.
And there is no address for you in the stars.

So I say goodnight with no reply.
As I look at the stars in the sky.
Choked up with no words with so much to say.
As I continue to write you letters day by day.


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How Far

How Far!
 
I do not know how far
You are.
You and your lovely true words
Are closed so closed
To my heart
Whenever wherever
 
You are at.


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My paper love

My paper love.....
 
I write you a love mail on a piece of paper
and send it across for you to read it with love
Since, I am far away from you with my dreams
and I can only write all my feelings on a paper
Let it be happiness or sadness or sorrows
but I have gathered all my thoughts and written to you
These words I write for you, come from bottom of my heart
I have no way to reach you close to hold your hands
other than make love with you on a piece of paper
I know you will be reading my love mails with your tears
and I will be thinking of your heart and soul with my pain
You have changed my lonely life and made me strong
Your love and your love lesson taught my way to improve life
You are the one I love and want to be mine with my life
My paper love is full of words that just written for your love
and want to be with your forever and that is my destiny.

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2005 Ravi Sathasivam


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Too Late

I wanted to write about chasing rainbows,
But someone told of its beauty before me.
I wanted to tell of star filled skies,
The mystic milky way, of sand castles
Build ny lovers on a hot summer day, and
The evening tide washing those dreams away...
Ah!  someone wrote of it before me.
I wanted to write a new rhyme of love,
About hearts and flowers, the heavens above,
Yet, someone wrote of it, before me.


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Forbidden Love

A love that burns under an Icy roof
Locked inside I hide the truth
The flame begins to melt the cold
My heart is yours alone to hold


She is the woman of my dreams
of my thoughts when I cannot sleep
though her heart is part of mine
it is a secret that no one may find


She is the wind to my souls sail
adrift with the key to her ocean
The ice begins to drip below
This frozen ceiling is our flames foe


A love that burns under an icy roof
The wet coals can be the only proof
For this love is most forbidden
And in our hearts it must stay hidden



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I love you wont you be my Valentine

I wear my heart on my sleeve

You’re here with me and I hope you never leave

With this card I pour it all out

My fondness for you there is no doubt

I speak sweet nothings in your ear

Tell you how much I care as I pull you near

 

You’re my one and only you are mine

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

We should be together forever can’t you see the sign

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

As I write these words I put my heart in every line

I love you and won’t you be my Valentine

 

I give you flowers and something sweet

To remind you of new love like when people first meet

The fire is still there the passion has grown

You’re a wonderful person and it has shown

You’re the one I want there is no other

In my eye’s the best friend and lover

 

You’re my one and only you are mine

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

We should be together forever can’t you see the sign

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

As I write these words I put my heart in every line

I love you and  won’t you be my Valentine

 

So stop and smell the roses and taste some chocolate

Let me give you a  kiss that you won’t forget

Let’s take some time and set our selves free

And know in your heart you’re the best part of me

I’ve looked into your heart and seen what you’re made of

I want you forever and you have all of my love

 

You’re my one and only you are mine

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

We should be together forever can’t you see the sign

I love you won’t you be my Valentine

As I write these words I put my heart in every line

I love you won’t you be my Valentine


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The ex wife and husband

The ex wife and husband 


A man comes to me
Last Saturday early
He said some tells him
That you write poetry

I was surprise so I said
 I put a few words together
Bout green eyes and ice-cream
 Love and the weather

Said he want me to write
 Something mean but subdue
For his ex wife who cheat on him
And took all his wealth too

So I took out my book
Ready with pen in hand
And as he says it I will 
Write it down the best I can

You were my lover, my friend
Then you become my wife
But I did not know marrying you 
Would of screw up my life

We use to hug in bed
 And Fell asleep dreaming
Now when i see you in my dreams
I wake up screaming

Use to love to hear you talk 
When you give me advice
Now to silence your voice
I will pay any price

So I stop and said to him
Man this is very hash
He says just write it
Will give you five hundred cash

Kind, beautiful sexy
Intelligence smoking hot
These are just a few of the things
That you are not

Roses are red 
And violets are blue
My bank book is empty 
All because of you

Use to feel safe 
When in your embrace
Now I rather look at
 Mr. Bean’s funny face

You have a deceiving smile
Never seen it in your eyes
You were very good 
At covering up your  lies

You use to smell so nice
Fragrance so sweet 
Now I rather smell 
Al Bundy shoe from his feet


I hope that you understand
These words I am try to tell
The meaning of it is
Hope you go straight to hell

Now I put down my pen
Mister I can’t write this stuff
 Not going any further
This is enough

So he takes the poem
Put the money in my hand
And as he walk out the door
I think strange man

Some people does be in love so much
Can’t get their hearts fill
Then in comes disrespect
And the relationship gets kill

Some love last a few months
And some love will never dies
Just like my love 
For a girl with green eyes

Then my door bell rang 
And there a lady stands
She said you write poems
Need one for my ex husband

So another five hundred
Holding in my hand
Ok lady tell me the poem
 The best that you can


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Stars

When I look at the night sky, it seems they are aligned over my head with the stars spelling your name. I stare and gaze and wonder is this a sign from above. I told myself I wouldn’t believe in signs. There’s something about you that makes me wonder. As I ponder at the sky and see your name in the stars. I start to write, write something for you. The stars give me inspiration, to write about you. Something so pure so sweet so pretty is something that every guy looks for and its everything you have. I found myself thinking that the stars are the hints I have been looking for; for so long.


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Calling Mimunna Mimunna

******Calling All Poet's*********

Mimunna is a switch/bate scham on the internet that has infiltrated our rank's......
Poet's, write and give her your love. Poet's take the floor and express your love
via E-mail!!!!!!! Get the write-up, up! Kiss>Kiss>Kiss-up!

*****She is at(mine4love8@yahoo.com) Let her know we care!!!!!


MIMUNNA, MIMUNNA

Mimunna, Mimunna
I know that you love me
But, tell me is it me
          Or maybe
       My money
That you are trying
             To free
            ------
You wrote me on the internet
Told me that I was a catch
But, you are nothing to me
Not even an even match
            ------
I told you that I love you
      But, who love's who more
Are you a real person
       Or are you just
An inter-net whore
            -----
A whore on the internet
Writing me back
Seeing if I will fall for you
Maybe give you some scratch
         -----
Baby, your'e Scheme is kind
            Of wack
         ------
Sure, you can write me
           On the internet
And that is true
So, remember that
Their is just a little bit
More than just loving you
And that is this simply
This thing called {Poetry)
So, don't be a stranger
Check me out on Poetry Soup

               GF

Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS


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Crossroads

Crossroads
A man that cries alone is a man that dies alone
Living life through the words of a heart filled song
The heart beats to the rhythm of the soul which is hard to contain
The feeling of lost and rejection never can be maintained
If I should die tomorrow where will I go?
Give my flowers while I’m alive because when I’m gone I will never know
In life trials and troubles it seems like one way in and no way out
Doing the right thing but getting the wrong results leaves nothing but a fearful doubt
My past is my past so please don’t judge me
We live in the present so look past all my imperfections and know there is a future that I seek
It’s amazing how the finger points and the beam is blinding your eyes
The truth is always seen no need of a disguise
I died a million deaths and still I stand strong
I was never a follower of anyone because of these battles I have to fight alone
I failed a couple of times which most people liked it that way
They kicked me while I was down and only hoped that was the position that I stayed
But still I rise with a victory of a bittersweet taste
I turned and walked away but happily went back to pick up their faces
I don’t seek for revenge for you reap what you sew
Before your lips part and speak that vapor I will let you prepare yourself to take these notes



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Being and Living

There is a difference between “being” and “living”. You won’t always be able to act a certain way all of the time, because we make mistakes, but you can always strive to live better each day. It’s easy for us to “be” in love, because it makes you feel really good at that time, but to “live” in love is a daily expression of your spirit that you’ll know is true even on days when you may be feeling bad. That’s what keeps me grounded every day: knowing that regardless of how people may feel towards me, I will love them anyway because it’s how I live.


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Writing

I love to write, it pleases me
For when I write I change you see
I’m not a worker anymore
But can be what I want for sure

A pilot our a buccaneer, how cool
A soldier or a complete fool
Whatever I would like to be
I can through writing poetry

So I write to pass the time
Words of love that I hope rhyme
As many a  good poet will know
If they like me have felt the glow

So relax, unwind and write a bit
Soon you will find the words that fit
Then you could end up just like me
And really enjoy writing poetry


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Love Poem

Can I write you a love poem? a poem that'll be a loved poem,
A poem that when you read it you know you're being loved wrong.
A poem sweet as a winter kiss -
          - a summer hug -
          - an autumn touch -
A simple bliss, I wonder if love can make your frown often blush.

I will write you a love poem that makes you drip a black sweat,
It'll make your body tingle, arms, fingers, back, and neck.
A poem sweet as a jelly bean -
          - a candy's cream -
          - a holiday treat -
Written free, a warm love poem smooth called floetry.
                                                               I want to finish this love poem....


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R&B and Poetry

I hear R. Kelly singing, “Your Body’s Calling me”
So I pick up my pen and write some poetry
I hear Usher singing, “You Got It Bad”;
And I write about you every time I pick up a pad
I hear Ryan Lesley singing, “I Choose You”;
And I reminisce about us, and what we’ve gone through
I hear Pleasure P. singing, “I Did You Wrong”
Let us make love to these other songs
I hear Bobby Valentino singing, “Slow Down”
I just want one night with you on the town!
I hear jagged Edge singing, “Gotta Be”
I’m willing to bet this love could be a felony
I hear Robin Thicke singing, “Sex Therapy”
So com lay in this warm bed with me!
I hear Sade singing, “Ordinary Love”;
And I think of your body that was sculpted above
I hear Mary J singing, “No More Drama”
Damn, I wanna make you my baby momma!
I hear Keith Sweat singing, “I’ll give All My Love To You”;
And think of your smell that has me under your spell; your sweet honeydew!
I hear J. Holiday singing, “Bed”
So off with that lingerie let me give you amazing head!
I hear R. Kelly, again, this time singing, “Slow Wind”
As I end this Rhyme, I meditate on your love that lingers on my mind!

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Dreams of LOVE

When will LOVE become a Reality : Do I Dare open my Eyes?
      Do I stay in sweet slumber where HEAVEN has Touched ME
     Are the Dreams I’m dreaming : REALITY
     If so : Why would I open my Eyes?

                           Author’s  Note :  Sometimes when I write I go  ON and On and on
About the same  Feeling It must be Frustrating to read . I have more of this POEM 
Should I write to the end of this POEM?  Or  is this  enough  About LOVE??? I LOVE my 
POETRY FAMILY THANK-YOU...HG


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That Girl

u jus a picture on my wall, every moment for which i fall. 
deeper in the hole, that thing that is love called.
every morning i wake up jus wishing that would call 
but simply forgetting that i jus met u up at the bar. 
she's like everything i imagined, got caught up in a bad habit. 
i keep desperatly goin back, failing everytime i go to it.
the fact that i can't find u, is makin me bout to lose it.
that one person to love, knowing that u can probably be it.
and fact that im finding you, is telling me u don't c it.
so i write this love letter, hoping that we can meet.
hoping that u don't see it and turn the other cheek.
the address that u gave me, i write up on the sheet.
i'll tie a little bow and hopefully i can send it.
i'll dreaming until that moment, but until it i will end.
this illusion up in my head, that is only of pretend.
so i really want u to know , that i hope that u would call.
and give it a lil time, cause i know that we fall
out of sky onto our feet, so silly and unique
but without you girl i can't possibly reach my peak.


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A New Love Poem

Today I write a new love poem
Of longing for the form of her perfection
That men home from weary fields
And bloody wars see only in their dreams
There is no constitution to match your loveliness

The perfect breast like mountain pillars
Where I can bury my face
Smell the freshness of earth's perspiration
And hide from life's ugliness.
O that I am sheltered here eternally

Today I write a new love poem
To drink the pure milk of your fountains
I taste again childhood's freedom and happiness
During earth's dismal rigors and loneliness
O let me my place inside thy love's nest

To rinse my tongue, my mouth, my soul
With your honeyed tongue
Know your words alone does affirm my trust
And your white milk is the only whiteness 
That will not pierce my eyes with blinding light.

I have wind's hands ripping and twisting trees
I have seen the surf's tongue gnawing rocks
I have seen the sun's eyes bringing castles to their knees
But your laughter like a comb its honey drops
Heals the skin dessicated by burning breeze

Today I write a new love poem
For a country come to right its history's wrongs
And there shall be no more marching, nor songs
Pining for liberation, but you strip to nakedness
Clothing my heart with all your loveliness


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Dont know what to write today

Don’t know what to write today

Sitting here with my note book
Twirling around my pen
What to write today
... Already write about love, ice cream. And my friend

How about brad and kareema
Meet at a wedding 
Feel in love at first sight 
And end up marrying

Or nafisah when she small 
Had hair bright as gold
Now that she’s grown 
She has the kindest soul

Maybe write about surayya
Who never taste curry mango
Until she came by us 
About five days ago

But I can’t write it 
Till an idea comes to my head
So i will go have my coffee
Eggs and toast bread

Then maybe write about Suzy
The Avon girl
Some say she has the best 
Business head in the world

Or how bout rose
Whenever you come around 
She will offer everything 
In the house that’s not nail down

Should I write saleem
Who reach the Oscars?
If he takes acting lessons
Could be one of those stars

Or how about Sarah
With her beautiful eyes
She’s a little angel
Playing in disguise

Or about kristian
Who has such a fight? 
But will keep on fighting
Until he see the light 

Think I will walk around
Try to clear my mind
Look at the world around me 
And see what ideas I could find

How about rianna 
Laughing all the time
If that was against the law
Then she did the crime

How about riad
The sharp man of Trinidad
Where ever he goes 
The girls they love him bad

Maybe about annoushka
And her brilliant mind
They say that’s where 
Knowledge is working full time

Should I write about sayeeda?
Who looks like model superstar?
Like to dress so much 
They name the store sades after her

How bout nakisha
Talk so soft and sweet 
Very friendly and kind 
To everyone she meets

Maybe write bout junior
The girls them sugar
The only guy who 
Whistle and calls an alligator

Should I write about my brother? 
And sister in laws
Well they are al good people 
So I don’t have to say more

And what about me
A man who found his poets pen
Thanks to the kindness 
Of one very special friend

Time to take arrest
Looks like no idea coming my way
So let me save my pen 
To write another day


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NO LOVE POEMS

i tried to write a love poem today
but i did not know the correct way
my words do not come out in that form
my heart is like a never ending storm
i write about death, about blood and tears
about secrets, pain and threatening fears
about the joy of dying
and how the world keeps lieing
love is not in my vocabulary, or in my mind
it's a lost cause something i'll never find
my heart is eched with rock and ice
nothing in there ever comes out nice
nothing i write can make you smile
it's as if my mind is created of pure hostile
i want to feel love to let my words kind of flow
but i can not write about something that i do not know
i feel no pity no sadness no sorrow
i even pray often for no tomorrow
words so perfectly wrote so caring and loving
can not come from a mind that's constantly shoving
shoving words of hatred or ill dismay
of no sunshine and hopeing it would stay this way
they can't they won't they do not know how
they try they look and they understand now
for you see dark minds think of dark things
of words that pierce you that make your eyes sting
sting with tears and fears and haunting pasts
of things that you could have only wished to last
reality it hurts it bites you in the heart
and i know my words can tear you apart
i can not apologize for what i write
or because my world is not at all bright
i can not apologize for my words of hate
but if i do not write them now, tomorrow might be too late...


Details | I do not know? | |

silent, i

you, and i, somewhere between twenty four and thirty nine, but whose 
counting,  try not to be so emblazoned because i'm on self imposed restriction 
and have fallen silent as i battle the two letter addiction. the obsession has 
already been lifted, a miracle for sure considering that i was just so damn 
gifted, well, that's what iphone says anyway. please don't feel slighted just 
because it's impossible for me to encourage you to say wow, how are you, and 
please post more like like like gimme more. i'm seriously not a glory whore, 
am i, if all i want is more more more. of course reason is at the core, all i 
wanted was to love without condition, but soon need became the greed of a 
childlike subconscious slum lord. seriously, don't try and guess, you can't 
possibly understand this mess even though we may wear the same cloth of 
recognition, with eyes blank staring waiting for affirmation, and thumbs 
searching constant for instant gratification, that's why i'm here and not over 
there, why i can't stay and say hi because i'd slammed  the door so hard on 
everything that mattered all remained was her heart left shattered. six million 
pieces times one equals everything. so, say what you want flatter flatter, i 
know where i stand and i hope you'll accept that it's me and not you and that 
limited access is a necessity, just enough to get the words out of me, i do 
appreciate, i hope you understand, i am grateful and thankful, and hurtful, 
despite loves magic intention, at the end of the day, i am just another man 
who can't afford the attention -


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The Great Pretender

I want to write the perfect poem
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Searching for home
 
I want to sing the world's most beautiful song
 
I know it's out there somewhere
 
Longing to belong
 
I want to paint the most beautiful scene
 
With all of Vincent's beautiful colors
 
Red, blue, yellow, purple, lavender and green
 
I want to write the picture perfect ending
 
I want you to love me
 
But I shouldn't go on pretending


Details | I do not know? | |

Fallen Star (Part III)

You and I will make a melody from words within our hearts
In spite of all the hurt and pain we will rise above the degradation
And in God’s universe find our niche among the trillion stars
And though you were just a “dent” in the eyes of menacing foes
Cast aside abandoned in desolation used and left for dead 
Your foes three times your age all dressed in familiar skin 
Looked with satisfaction when their work was done 
“Well done”! They thought, “Another one’s bound ‘n chained!”
They taught you to lie, taught you to cheat, fed you bitter hate 
They left you cold and hungry for the love each soul requires
“He will never know what it is to hope or how to trust again”
“Never will he give nor have true love, not even for himself!” 
You learned to take what you needed, by any means at hand
They made sure that peace was the poison pill you would never choose


Yet, with all their machinations throughout eons past
One truth they failed to grasp is the ultimate author is alive!
His invisible hand has written the fate of mortal man 
Though try they may to rewrite man’s fate
Unfeasible without consent  
A child preyed upon in innocence no consent he gives
He tries to resist the powers that be and in the silence of his heart
His tears like blood flow never-ending and God alone hears
They sought your demise and failed as this was not written
As He placed each star in the sky above each one He knows by name
With love He heals their brokenness and infuses them with light
Now a man renewed by grace and blessed with a “Father” you never had
You’ve turned the page the past is gone a new story to be written
As you defend love, write melodies, winning battles with your pen 

For My Jimmy w/love *Sunshine  (Did I meet the challenge, Jimmy?)  My SM's not working so write PM
The Father Jimmy never had is our own Marty Owens.  May God bless him and his family always!


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manner to his soul

A poem to a poet
is like manner to his soul
portraying life, love and hate
magically to enthrall

many ways of expressing
the deep love within our hearts
Loudly crying in anger
when the pain of losing starts


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The Heart, The Hand

With shaking hand I write in dimmed light
Strings of words robust burst and slip from my pen
With a grave heart I write
With a frail heart I forgive
It mimicks the sound of life
     Of love and such things
Such fragile things which tend to burn in the sunlight
Things that are made all the more deceiving
A heaviness that lasts
That sticks to the ribs and heart now heavy
That rewrites itself till mad
Drawing circles around itself till silly
It punctures and weens
By elastic grip it clings
Turning right what was once impossible, or so it seems
In again, gone till forgotten completely
I rise on unsteady feet
Overseeing all that lies around me in heaps
Careful now not to impose or create hostility
     For the hand is sensitive and unreasoning
By strike of silent blow it extends
More willing than most and less willing to forgive
What's scribbled in haste and panic hard to comprehend
Yet to the hand it stands on its own merit
For hope it seeks-
In the words it creates
Like prayers from an incompetent though loving beast
In braille it signs all of its messages plain
For fear that I may shrink
     Become pale in its presence
For its divine love I seek
None other than that which the hand so frivilously speaks
From sleep I awake
To pages filled and marked
Dressing myself in them
As if talismans or some form of holy art
To make me, to REmake and refashion me clean
But never doing away completey as so I'll not forget the beginning
With shaking hand I scribble unpredictably
Lacking grace and intelligence and formality
But this is all I know
This pen and its speech
What it feels and the depths from which the words come from
These words, unlike any man, now standing up for me.


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Vasava - An Untold Story 11/Many

Vasava – 
An untold story                                                                        11/Many



It appeared that Rati* the wife of love God Cupid
Had come before the Shiva* the God of destruction
To charm and disturb his meditation
Thus taking the strength of God Shiva* 
For saving her husband the Kamadava*

By expressing shyness through her beautiful eyelids
She had added only more charms to her lovely face
And by filling a touch of passions,  in her slow movements
Vasava was adding only more restlessness among all those
Who were watching,  the legendry Vasava on the stage

By listening the heart touching sound of her Gold Noopurs*
All became enchanted, while listening the sound of its music
Even the lamps which were burning to spread the light
Increased their flames, as if they too wanted to see the beauty
Thus illuminating the beauty of the dancer more and many fold

King Udiyan and King Suyodhan, both were watching Vasava
Almost spell bound, as if her beauty had charmed them completely
As the beauty of a full bloomed flower 
Often takes away our heart and mind together
Udiyan was feeling as if, Vasava had stolen his heart completely

She started her first song of the day, by reciting a welcome song
Attributed to King Suyodhan, who was lost in the dreams of Vasava
She sang ‘Priya Tum Aaye ho dwar hamare, Vandan Abhinandan Hamare’*
The Alap* which she started from the slow pitch of voice 
Went high enough to touch the hearts of every one who was there



Ravindra 					26th March 2010


Copy write protection as per Poetry Soup automatic Copy write provisions also.

* The song lines are in Hindi which can be recited in English with its 
   Explanation in English

* Priya Tum Aaye ho dwar hamare, 		
   Vandan Abhinandan Humare’
   Nagar Dwar Sub Sujre Savre
   Aathitya Sewkar Karo Tum Humre

Translation 
You have come to our door, O dear 
We welcome you and greet you 
All the houses and doors are set a new  
And are ready to welcome you, ( O God like) Guest of ours
You have come to our door, O most dear
Please accept and be our Guest. 


* Shiva		Constituting the trinity of Hindu Gods, Shiva performs the function 
                                    of the destroyer so that new life is created once again.

* Kamadava	Cupid or Kamadeva, the Vedic deity of Love astride his mount the 
                        parrot, whose form embodies Rati, his consort. Together these two 
            deities, Kama (Love) and Rati ( Desire) signified each other. 


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A poem for you

A poem for you.....


I write a poem for you today,
to get a place in your heart for ever
A poem that could tell you my love for you
I write my poem with emotion and affection
for you to understand my deep thoughts for you
A poem to love and a poem to understand its soul
A poem to enjoy and a poem to understand its happiness
A poem to think and a poem to understand its way of life
A poem to learn and a poem to understand its content
A poem to sing and a poem to understand its melody
A poem to cry and a poem to understand its sorrow
There are poems I have written but this is specially for you
The poem could tell you how important you are for me
There are words comes out freely from my mind to write poem
but there are no words to find my love for you
Those words can not missed as I miss your love today
Let me have all those words put in to my heart and
say I love to write a love poem for you


Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright ©2004 Ravi Sathasivam


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Lover's Withdrawal

I write you, my handsome one. 
I can't kiss your lips. 
I can't send you a telegram. 
I can't call out your name. 
But I can write you...again...
again and again..
until your fire leaves my blood. 
Until I dance happily without you 
burning my brain.
Trembling hand, 
spirit on fire. 
I want to run away. 
I want to run in your arms. 
I can't get rid of this lump in my throat. 
The memory of you is strong 
and like a stain on my soul. 
Cook it up...your love ....
and shoot it into my vein...
grant me that heaven in my head. 
I sweat and ache. I need a fix. 
Hit me...come on...
do it...do it fast.
I know you miss me, 
no matter how much you deny me. 
I know that you cry inside for me, 
and you're torn 
in your little compartmental heart. 
Please...hold me. 
You don't have to be my one and only. 
You don't have to settle....
but just hold me 
one last night...


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love me why

Everyone has something they love about themselves, anywhere from their hair to how they wear their favorite color. I have always had such a hard time figuring this question out, What do I love about myself? If I was to pick just one thing, It would have nothing to do with how I look. It would have no bearing on the job I held, Even though I am proud as hell. The one thing that I hold so dear is that These words came from my pen tonight. You see my favorite characteristic is I can be free, I can be free when ever I feel the need. For when I write I am most at peace. If I could not write I would not be me. "Love me why" contest Kristen Bruni


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Great Poets

They say that all great poets
Can write love poems from their soul
And all the other poets
Simply have that as their goal
Well I know I’m no great poet
For I never can impart
All the love I have for you
From deep within my heart
Sure, I can write a line
Or maybe two or three
That gives you just a little glimpse
Of what’s inside of me
But then I always have to add
A comic twist or two
That skirts around the issue
Of how I feel for you
But dear, I’ll go on trying
And hope someday to show it
That I’m not just a writer
But maybe a great poet


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Let it be

im slowly filling this notebook
of you for you
lined with my love
drenched in my blood
poems  for you
poems of you
always knowing your never read this
my true feeling shered with noone 
but this pad and pen
I try to consume my life with something but 
I always fail
in my quest for anything except you
I'll never see you the way I used to
before all this
before we won
we beat everyones expectations
everyones wants
but now my love will not leave me
percieve my wants
it holds me to every memory
so for you I write some more
in the fact none of this was sopposed to happen
this love was sopposed to be fake
And everyday when I wake
I find my dreams were consumed of you
And my thoughts stay of you
and I cant fall out of love
as Easaily as I fell in
So i'll sit here and write 
haughnted by my memory
crying silently
never failing to miss a beat
I still love as do you 
but neither will let it be


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Me Write

                                                it's not that i can really write,
                                                in English lit, my grade was trite;
                                                but here I sit pen in hand,
                                                writing things I never planned;
                                                I don't plan and I don't plot,
                                                just take pen and write a lot;
                                                many words are from the heart,
                                                but my mind gives a new start;
                                                It is the love I feel for you,
                                                in these lines comes shining through;
                                                my love is so very strong,
                                                words I write just can't go wrong;
                                                they only tell the love I feel,
                                                a love so warm and so real;
                                                with me until after eternity,
                                                we'll always remain you and me.


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Make My World

Draw my world, create something worth while. 
Color my world, and etch it out in style. 
I wanna see it, don't hide it away. 
I'll wait for you, and I'll stay. 

Seeing your light gleam out in the night. 
I spot it brightly within my range of sight. 
It will travel on to me, no matter how far.
I see it like a late star. 

Paint my world, color it with pencils. 
Why not add some stencils?
Write out my world, make a poem out as well. 
Maybe make a song, ring it like a bell. 

This world needs someone to finish it. 
Someday it may even fit. 
There are many places out there for a world like this. 
So finish my world, something no one will miss!


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I'm thinking

I'm thinking maybe its time for me to stay focus. Stay focus on what's important. What's is important is what I believe and what i believe that this only one me. There is not another that is more clever then me . That speaks like me or think like me. But wait am i just saying things because I must have got my ways from someone or no one. Confused but not dumb. But some can not relate to me . Its so simple to understand me just listen to the words that I am saying and do judge what you cant grasp see . Im just thinkin that maybe it is me that I'm lacking the understanding of things that is just not me . Its not the way I talk let along walk or that its just not all about me but its about whats around me and I need to focus on what's important and what's important is to better me and not say that I'm better then eveybody that I come across man I'm so lost if I think that. So I changed me and the way I was thinking to get a clear understanding that I'm have a bigger and better plan for me . It's starts in the mind and that's why I spend most of my time thinking and writing and coming up sometimes with nothing but at least my attempt is to write what is ment for not only you to get but to me to get as well and if we both decide to sit and think and write it out . To let some of the stress out confess some of the things that we hide and then release all the pride. And let it all be set aside. But maybe the pride would be to strong for the both us to get along .So in the time I'm going to take some me time and just sit and think on what I what I miss most.


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Poetry Soup

This is where I come to bleed.
Where I leave my heart for you to read.
So many things in my heart to grieve.
But only one place it can come to relieve.

It's where my friends I've never met,
Yet, in their minds, my feelings I set.
You relate my fears. You see my love,
Even for that of my God high above.
I speak to you of the one I hold dear.
Whenever, for her, I'm shedding a tear.

Poetry and song in the world we fill,
Leaving it with an insurmountable bill.
Though in money and riches we do not bask,
A little of your time is all I ask.
Poetry soup is what soothes my soul.
It makes even the broken feel once again whole.

I write when I'm joyful. I write when I'm lost.
I write when the world has me beaten and tossed.
It's a medicine so potent we cannot perceive.
They're words that can make weak humans believe.

So to you the readers I am ever indebted.
It's a friendship I have not ever regretted.


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I have no poem left to write tonight

I have no poem left to write tonight
So upon blank paper I write a better thing
These syllables that give my soul delight
This alphabet to which your spirit clings
Let me write you pure
Let me write you sweet
Let me write you sure
As dawn on dawn repeat
For those who live living is eternal
What is mortal transpired by faith
For those who love loving is immortal
And joy becomes the bugle of fate
We are poets and dreamers
The world's first and last believers
I drink hibiscus from a dreams soft tongue
And sing the kiss no one else has sung


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If I Could Write The Words To Say

My mind is flustered, beyond the means.
As to ask, "Where do I go from here?"
Tick, tock, tick, tock. Waiting, waiting, waiting.
 
Tremble, tremble, goes the skeleton of my hands.
If I could write the words to say.
Lets just start by saying, "Hey."
 
I reached out, and fell short of too many words.
The words I could of used to turn this situation around.
Fell dead, lift up, break down, stand up.
 
I've used to many words tonight.
Vocabulary struck the soul of my being.
I balanced out the meaning of what had become between the two of us.
 
If i could write the words to say, Let us begin with, "Hey."
What is there to become of man kind, but a normal day in reality.
I reached out, fell dead, i lifted up, just to fall back down again.
 
I woke up one morning, trying to find out what was left of you and I.
It only gets worse when i scream, when i cry, the too many words that i've used 
tonight.
But  I fell short of the three words that were ment to be spoken.
 
"I Love You."
 
I reached out, fell dead, stood up, broke down, just to stand up all over again.
 
"I Love You."


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What To Say

I want to write a letter to you But I don't know what to say Should I tell you I still love you Do you want me to say i'm ok How about all the hurt Or the way I spent my day Do you want me to tell you How I wished you sould have stayed I want to write a letter to you I have no idea what to say But until I figure it out I will just tell you i'm ok


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Truth Beats the Lies

Today I pen this poem for all of you
Know in your hearts every word is true

There was once a time that I was insane
Everyone I loved, I caused them pain

Grandparents to my children’s hearts
I honestly tore them all totally apart

Uncles, Aunts, Sisters and Brothers
She hadn’t drown probably my mother

The best of friends and all of my mates
No one was exempt from sharing my hate

My hate was a river that forever poured
My soul was thing that I forever ignored

So why is that not the Michael Jordan of today
One day I ask of the Lord, “Please guide my way”

The road wasn’t easy true change never is
My life was no longer mine I considered it his

And what he ask, what he wanted me to do
Is use myself as an example of how to be true

Being true to myself I quickly learned was the key
I couldn’t anything for you till I was honest with me

And no matter what I do it could never be enough
When it comes to amends I have a lifetime of stuff

But none of that matters it no longer matters at all
I now bow to the Lord but to the world I stand tall

I no longer hold to excuses or offer up alibis
I have learned how to let go of all of the lies

My truth is my shield as I write for the Lord
My heart writes lyrics as my soul plays the chords

I don’t even really know what this poem is about
Sometimes I’m blown away by what comes pouring out

I guess it’s just another way to rise above the sin
For it’s the words I write that teaches me to win

What am I trying to win, I do hope it shows
A little more love in my heart and light in my soul

What this poem is about I have come to realize
No matter how much it hurts the truth beats the lies



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Paris

Often when I thought of you,
Paris was my first recollection.

 "la ville-lumière" 

similar to the flame you lit in me
the city where it has ruptured in art
but, in comparison to the person you are 
you make it all seem so insignificant 
the golden glow that shined on the stones 
as if the radiance like the one in your eyes 
the history of your composition
could captivate the frigid
you were a bit of the old and the new
a breath of fresh air 
with every aspect of solidity life could offer
with a goût of romance and utmost elegance

our eyes fixated on the identical spot
cigarette lit in both hands,
if only Paris could bring us closer.


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My Greetings To You All

To all friends upon this site I write this poem for you.
Down through the years you have held me up and
has helped me to make it through.
You've laughed with me and cried with me
Even taught me how to write.
When my days were looking grim, you made them look so bright.

To write your names one by one I know I would leave one out.
So I send this message to all of my friends-I love you all without a doubt.
May your Christmas be very happy and cheerful as it can be.
And May the New Year bring joy and peace,
and our love draw closer indeed.

Merry Christmas to All and May You All Have a Prosperous New Year.


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Dear Moon, A Love Letter

Why does the Moon think she is obligated to hide her body from the Earth?
Does she not know her revolving mass entrances our eyeballs to her blueish, gray hue?
Doesn't she know that when she shows her entire body we all marvel at her simplistic natural beauty?
How can she expect us to continually pay attention to her when she purposely fools our light, feeble hearts?
She knows us,
She knows how to turn our emotions into her little play trinkets,
Constantly turning our minds into a pathetic mush forcing us to follow her graceful body around,
Does she think it is okay to show only a section of her texture while leaving the rest of her "confined side" in the bleak darkness?
It should not have to take a spotlight for us people too see what is behind the Moon's impenetrable black cloak,
What do you think we are going to do, exclude you from our existence?
Ignore you?
Did you ever think about how we are side by side with each other every night?
Do you think this is going to ruin our already convoluted broken-down relationship?
No matter who you are or who you portray yourself to be, 
We are going to have to by you,
You have become such a big part of us that we could not even survive without your presence,
Are we nothing to you?
We realize, yes, you are all the way up there in the sky looking down at us as if you are on the top of this ghostly cast system, rotating around without stress, surrounded by immense amounts of beauty,
and us "below-class people" are down here in the ghettos of our planet mewling and battling each other in pointless wars,
But that does not means you can undermine us just because your feign personality believes she can,
We have to be able to know you,
How can you believe that this is fair?
You have been given the ability to climb the rocky walls of our true personalities and feeling,
But you have cowardly plugged up all your deep craters with ice and darkness,
We just want to see the other true half of your beauty,
We want to dive deep within those dark abuse marks of your's, scoop out the ice, light up a fire and slowly rebuild you into your original perfectly circular self,
Why can't you understand Moon,
We are trying to help you,  
Please,
Reveal yourself to us,
Let us refill those beauty marks of your's,
And prove to us you are more than just a gigantic rock.
-Corey Gordon, 14


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I Wanna Tell You

I wanna write about all the things I love, love, love.

I wanna write about how they make me feel and why.

I wanna write about all the cute things,

Like saying honey, darling, and baby.

I wanna write about honeybees, and peaches,

I wanna write about you in my bed under blankets.

I wanna write about orange,
Purple and green.


I wanna tell you that I love, love love.

I wanna tell you about warmth and the sun.

I wanna tell you that I’m cute, and you’re cute too.

I wanna tell you that I’m happy when I’m alone.

I wanna tell you about humming birds, and dachshunds.

I wanna tell you that it’s cute when you bite my cheeks,

And that I love, love, love when you hold me.


I wanna scream that I’m adorable,

And scream that I know everything is wrong,

But I want to write to you that some things are real, real cute…

And that I love, love, love you.


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Get Off My Case

When I sit here at night
I start thinking of you,
I wonder where we were wrong
I thought our love was true.
You were the one
For all eternity,
I would have done anything
To keep you true to me.

Now you write me and say
You want me to give you more space,
I live a hundred miles away
Why don't you get off my case.

You said you were hurt
When I left you,
But if you think about it
You weren't very true.
When I moved away
We stayed in touch,
Then you stopped calling me
And my love drifted to suck.
So how can you claim
That you were there?
You never bothered to call
Or act like you cared.

No you write me and say
You want me to give you more space,
I live a hundred miles away
Why don't you get off my case.


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Beautiful feelings

Beautiful things can be touched
Beautiful moments can be captured
But beautiful feelings can never be described
You were the most beautiful feelings I have ever had


Details | Free verse | |

Unwritten letters

Dear self,

   The words that I have to say are not the nicest ones. I fear what my uncapped talent
might pour out. I only write truth and nothing else. So when my brother asks me to write
to my older brother in prison I resist. It's not that I don't love him I just can't
pretend that I have forgiven him. 

I cannot mask the hurt that I feel like he is some pen pal that I've just been introduced
to. When the events were all too real how do you pretend they didn't singe through you?
How do they expect me to become a pathological liar over night? If I were to sit down and
write a pretend letter I wouldn't get a complete though out or anything right. 

In a real letter I would yell and release and maybe write him off forever. If I really did
write to him It might reopen some wounds that are still fresh like just made french
vanilla ice cream. If I really did write I wouldn't be awaiting a reply. Some things I may
say would hurt like a dagger slowly slicing you to death. 

I won't be writing to exchange pleasantries because being real is all I've ever know how
to be. My brother doesn't understand how such a lover of writing can have not a thing to
say. It's not that I have writer's block it's just that I refuse to pretend everything is
okay. I also refuse to inflict that kind of pain even though he deserves it I'd rather
just leave these thoughts unsaid. I'll live with the heavy shoulders and the extra heavy
burden because I really do love him. 
     
                                        Love Shahana Jackson


Details | Free verse | |

A Poet

I love a lot about who I am....
A Mistress who has come into her own
A sister that LOVES her sisters no matter what
A friend who will fight to the end for loved ones
A hard worker that does what needs to be done
A mother who REALLY misses her cubs
A lover...enough said there
An ex wife who would love to be mean
A moderator who has to be fair
A college student wanting a new career
And I am a poet....
A poet that writes MANY different ways
I write happy and sad
I write fantasy and haunted
I write about my past and my future
I write humor when I can
I write how I want and when I want
I write for me and for others as well 
But MAKE NO MISTAKE...I will not
Change any of my work because it 
Does not make sense to you...
You see some of what I write is not meant 
To make sense in a logical way....but hey
If my work or that of any other is not to your
Taste...you do not have to read what I write.
I am a poet...a poet who will write what
I want any time and any place...that is what a
Poet does....we write poetry that is for us 
And makes sense for us......
I will take the good comments as well as the bad
Just do not expect me to change for you.....
After all I am....A poet......


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My Poetry

Once poetry was just a hobby,
Then I grew to love it,
My poetry is dark,
And sad and angry,
But I never feel happy enough to write anything else.

My poetry is my feeling in words,
Expressed in a non-harmful way,
I write about love and passion,
But nothing stupid at all,
Because my poetry is real,
And I’m not stupid.


Details | Couplet | |

Walking this Mile

I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be


I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss   - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari -  Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck      - Physical Therapist 
I feel very blessed to have such a fine 
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.




Details | Rhyme | |

I hate

I hate to write of misery
But I love it so much
It make me feel so real
Like love from a mother
From child to parent
I hate to write of pain
Though I endure it everyday
And the only way I can ignore it
If I write it down on paper
The only thing that feels my pain
I hate to write of tears
But they come at random times
There either red or clear
But mostly there black
I hate to write of anger
I barely ever feel it
It never seems to let me be
But when it comes
It never leaves
I hate to read these poems
Because every time I read them
I relive the time
I relive the experience
Of what happened on that same exact day.
End


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Above Poetry Soup

Take pen in hand and make your stand
Tell the world who you are
Be not afraid of prices that are paid
Have faith you are a star

To all of you my feelings so true
I hold you in my heart
Will never be a day that I go away
For here is where I start

Times a moment or two is all I can do
I love the words we share
Without a doubt they help me out
Foundation of my prayer

Beginning to end you are my friends
Poets sharing my soul
That is a bond that is so far beyond
Anything else I know

I love the flow and I love to grow
Planting a tiny seed
No need to shout I just write it out
Hoping to fill some need

If it does or not I gave it a shot
Simply because I care
Anything I can do ask and its true
I’ll give all I can spare

I sink my hooks and write my books
That is this poet’s plight
For when your blue what I hope to do
Offer a little light

We can turn it around or upside down
Find what’s hidden inside
It’s a good thing the poems we sing
Each its own special ride

I love to teach but hate to preach
That just isn’t my place
I’m a lamb be blessed or be damned
I hold you in my grace

We make it right by sharing our sight
The knowledge that we know
Sisters, brothers, fathers and mothers
All just trying to grow

Grow into what, you can like it or not
Alliance is our group
That’s why in the sky angels do fly
Above Poetry Soup


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I Wrote A Poem For You

" This poems is about my ex-boyfriend and this way I used to feel, the poem that I 
wrote for him was Dear Jose' ! "



I wrote a poem for you about how you were the guy that changed me. I wrote a 
poem for you about how you were my first love. I wrote that poem just for you 
because I cared about you. But you didn't care about that poem I wrote for you. 
You disrespected me when you took her out. You disrespected me when you 
lied. So now I write this poem for you. And yes I still care, But I write this poem for 
you more so about you and how your out of my life. I cared about you and had 
feeling stronger than any storm. But now this poem about you is because you did 
me so wrong.


Details | I do not know? | |

Letter To My Children

Maybe if I write a letter to the son I killed
Maybe if I wrote to my dead daughter 
My soul would finally heal
Maybe me and your mother would get back
Together instead of being just 
A beak and feathers
Two dead doves
We spoke all the time of love

But with all this love
We lack the courage 
To say that our luck’s up
Cause we "messed" up
And we need help
Instead we dealt with it wrong
Now I have to write a song to my lost boy

Now I have to lose out on life’s joy
Cause I was young and stupid
And I killed my kid
Faced with so much guilt
Over the blood that I let get spilt

But GOD works in mysterious ways
So if I have to spend days
Emotionally broken over this
Its fine cause she’s been through
All the physical pain
So now as this rain
Falls its beginning to pour

So if I had to write this letter
It’d start “Hey Daddy’s Girl”
Or “My Son”
Or maybe “Dear Little One”
You were never here but you’re still gone
But Daddy still loves you
And he’s sorry he took away all your firsts
Sorry that he’d never be able to protect you from closet ghosts

Daddy’s writing you this letter
I hope GOD lets you read it.


Details | Rhyme | |

Love For Words

Simply for my love for words
I shall write and I shall compose
Simply for leisure, simply to be heard
As a poet tonight I shall impose

A new piece, a new me
A new music, a new time
An old wish, a used to be
A class of old, left behind

How will you know?
What have I known?
Have you enough to show?
I only have me I own

For the love of what I do
For the joy of now I did
I have forgotten I am who
Were it once words I need?

Whether be I be heard
I shall write and I shall compose
Simply for my love for words
As a poet... I once again rose


Details | Free verse | |

Today

i don't even know what to write about today
because i can't tell what i feel
i spoke with my dad
that's one of the happiest experiences
but then, 
the bitterness is not yet lifted
because i had a fight with her
my lil' cousin taking her side
today, i never had a chance to write at home
so this work was done directly at the internet cafe
i don't think i'm better than all the rest
'cuz if i was 
i wouldn't be yearnin for affection like all the rest


Details | Quatrain | |

My Final Decree

I’m still flying high in the sky
Because I have my friends
In this place I’ve found grace
No rules I need to bend

Without a doubt it comes out
The evil from within
Times it’s hard to forget the yard
Glad that I have my friends

Pain in my soul you’ll never know
But I think that’s ok
Cause I write it out without a doubt
It’s just another day

As of yesterday what can I say?
Love broke open the stone
Friends to my heart always a part
I’m soup down to the bone

A special place home is grace
Let us all join the feast
In the end I love my friends
The belly of the beast

Opened wide nowhere to hide
Finally I am free
In this life I love my wife
And all she means to me

It’s also true that I love you
And all of your advice
Led me home and broke the stone
I am free of my vice

Friends are back I feel like Jack
Just running up the hill
I have no doubt it will work out
Through all the love I feel

You guys got me to be set free
Sending my friends a book
Through the pain the loss and gain
Forgive me take a look

Now I’m as free as a man can be
My heart I fill with love
Once again I’m a worthy friend
A gift from God above

Now I’ve said what’s in my head
I’m tired as can be
I end this write with goodnight
My day’s final decree 


---------------------------------
If anyone has any idea how to reach
our fellow souper Margaret Okubo 
could you please give me her hookup
now. We always send each other copies
of our books but I have no idea where 
to send hers to now, God Bless, MJ


Details | Rhyme | |

Things I love

I love to hear my grandson Bradley babble.
For fun to Mesquite, NV am I going to travel.
The puzzling questions I just love to unravel.

Especially God's mysteries of all the glory.
I have read and listened to many a story.
I love to play with my grandkids, my Lordy

Are they precious, so precious - a miracle.
My first miracle came while I took a pill.
I love my children so and I always will.

I love to write in the still of midnight light.
A small lamp lights my office room.
The other day the thunder went BOOM!

I love thunder clouds bringing the rain.
It clears my nostrils  - clears my brain.
I love organ music and songs of refrain.

I love Larry, my hubby: Eddie and Max.
I love to sing to the music, write - relax.
I love to smoke, drink, dance, burn wax.

I love Christmas dinners, Xmas mass.
I love bingo with coffee and brandy.
I love a good glass of wine - dandy.

All in all, I just love life and living.
Taking it all in, being free to giving.
Things I love are many to believing

In one true God, who without I wouldn't
And couldn't do anything. Not sing, nor 
Write, nor love anything. For He sore

His son in the Heavens to save my
Soul and not be cold when I die.
I love Him and do not wonder why.


Details | Free verse | |

For My Only Love

For my only love 
If I could write you a song 
it would be like rain 

It would fall gently 
upon your sweet heart and soul 
like dew on the grass 

The words would be soft 
as a wind chime on the breeze 
hanging from a tree 

And the melody 
would be the sound of bird song 
at the rise of morn 

The tempo would be 
that of rain dripping on leaves 
of the mighty oak 

All this I wish you 
If I could write you a song 
For my only love 


Details | Free verse | |

i already love you

i will love you 
i will listen to every word you say
i will laugh at every corny joke
i will hold your hand
i will think about you all the time
i will talk about you non stop
i will remember you for ever
i will write about you every night
i will hear your voice in every song
i will see your face in every picture
i will close my eyes and pretend you're there when your not
i will believe in you
i will prey for you
i will cry with you
i will cry for you
i will climb a mountain to reach you
i will write a million words to tell you how i feel and you still wouldn't know
i will count how many times we kiss untill i loose count because i'm crazy like that
i will be there for you when you need me
i will have to remember to breathe when you touch me
i will sing love songs about you even though i cant sing
i will scream your name just to hear it
i will, because i fall hard, hard in love, i dig a hole and can't climb out
i will, i know
i will find you. I hope.


Details | I do not know? | |

HiGHER POWER

                         As i sit down to write again
                        I ask a higher power to guide my hand
                        The words spill out like a song
                         And i begin to write a poem
                         I'll never be as great as edgar allan poe
                         He was the greatest poet i know
                         So i keep writing, and let God guide my hand
                         And if it's in Gods plan for me
                         I'll write a poem for the world to see.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Write A Sonnet

Write a Sonnet

Wish I could write a sonnet maybe then you’d understand
That what I say about you will forever stand
I don’t have the words of Shakespeare, Byron or a Keats
Just the ordinary word of a man by the name of Yeates

When I look into your eyes and say the words I do
Telling you your special then know the meanings true
If I say your beautiful and I love you so
Please don’t laugh and turn your head for in my eyes it shows

If words of poets can describe the way I really feel
Then I’d leave it to them just to show you my love is real
For a simple wordsmith as myself it seems, I cannot find the words
If I could write those feeling or sing them like the birds

For you deserve a sonnet of love that’s just for you
But by now I guess you realise this will have to do
For I’m no famous poet if I were it would be a breeze
I could tell you what’s within my heart and put your mind at ease

So simple words will have to do to get my message through
So you will learn across the years how I feel about you
Perhaps no bard’s sonnet but all that I can do
Is simply writing it 3.8.1. so you know that I love you

Finally I’d like to say I’m ecstatic were engaged
I’ll be ten times more elated when our marriage has been staged
We will live our lives together until at last I find
The way to write a sonnet from the heart, soul and mind


Details | Rhyme | |

My Heart Broke a Promise

                        In solitude with my poetry : I write from my Heart!
                         I write : no mind, no soul, just  Heartfelt feelings.
                                  The guilt that I feel, tears me apart:
                                              I made a Promise.
                                              I made a Promise
                           A vow from my heart, I can’t  keep: LOVE
                        Memories and dedications were asleep: LOVE
                      Pandora’s box I have opened, and I weep: LOVE
                     I made a Promise ( Sincere and Heartfelt ) to YOU
                                              I Made a Promise.
                                              I Made a Promise
                              Guilty as charged, now what do I do?
                      Tell a wounded Heart; I Do Not LOVE YOU.
                              Speak to my pens,pencils and paper.
                              My LOVE ; Disappeared in a vapor.
                                              I Made A Promise.
                               To a POETESS of Laureate Class.
                          As with LENORE : This LOVE will Pass.

                                        Dedicated to   ..?’ ! [ [
         


Details | Rhyme | |

Billy

we were best friends 
that is something i thought would never end
this is only a poem so how do i describe the casket?
or white  roses in a basket?
i write for you because there is nothing else i can do
i know i dont write as good as i should
and i would if i could
sometimes i wanna scream because life is just a bad dream
but still bily i write for you


will love  and miss you forever
GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN


Details | Sonnet | |

Birth of a Sonnet

Alas and alack, my fellow poets
For 't seems I hath not writ a sonnet yet
Unbeknownst, too short were such lines I penned
'twas said my syllables were not well met

Advice, I take thee well, accepting that
True knowledge is a path we all must seek
Applying wit, the ink doth flow again
To write these words my soul demands to speak

For, there is one, whose inspiration finds
A warm place in my heart in which to dwell
Though blossoming and yet within its youth
In knowing her, I long to know her well

This humble scribe will go to any length
To write such words as give her inner strength ~


Details | ABC | |

21 When you're in love

When you’re in love you well think of her day and night.
When you’re in love you well dream of her every night.
When you’re in love you well pray for her every night.
When you’re in love you well care for her like nobody does.
When you’re in love she well drive you insane.
When you’re in love you well protect her with your own life.
When you’re in love you well do whatever for her even giving up your life.
When you’re in love you well be with her in good or bad times.
When you’re in love you well wonder about her everyday and night.
When you’re in love you well cry when she cry’s.
When you’re in love you well be happy when she is happy.
When you’re in love you well talk about her every time you talk.
When you’re in love you well get nerves every time she is close.
When you’re in love you’re heart well scram for her.
When you’re in love you’re heart well love her.
When you’re in love you well not be able to live without her.
When you’re in love you well do crazy things with her.
When you’re in love you well write poems about her.
When you’re in love you well write songs about her.
When you’re in love you well call her just to hear her voice.
When you’re in love you well miss her when she is going.
When you’re in love you well tell her that you love her with all your heart.
When you’re in love you well love her even if she does not love you.


Details | Free verse | |

Love asks no questions

And would you challenge my right to love
And you want me to write for approval
And you expect me to know some profit
Or to predict how I shall gain?
Love asks no questions to be given
It finds its own need and bloom at will
Flowers that are gifts from heaven.
And when I write my heart out plain
Do not ever scramble me again
For the one thing in a poem I cannot forgive
Is dishonesty ... a poem should never lie
It has too brief a path to find repentance
My love, forget what is to be gain
We but can give account from a balance sheet of loss
O let us dance: I like a wine with movement
It is the duller edge of pain.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Transparency ... '

Tho’ Transparency …
I Removed Those Veils, Trying To Block Me
Took Them Away, from My Sight
Oh … I Can See Just Right …

They Were like Specters
who try to Fright and Fight
but The Highest Power
made those (Spectacles) Take Flight

Thru’ Transparency …
As An Old Song, Once Said, ‘ I Can See Clearly
Now, The Rain Has Gone…’ and I Thank God, Surely
For, What A Beautiful Thing, is Clarity

No Optical Illusions, That Second-Guess
… Don’t Need Rose-Colored-Glasses … I Am Blessed !
And Oh … My Visions are Vividly-Bright !
God Said, ‘ … Let Her Write …

and Let Her Stay in Light and Laughter With Me
Let Her Stay in  Love and Luminosity
And Let Her Write … With All Her Might, About Me …
From Now-On and Unto Eternity

With Sheer, Rainbow Imagery
or A Hurricane Intensity
or in Soft-Spoken, Sweet Sunny Dawns
with Moonbeams, Thru The Whole Nights Long …

… With Transparency …

Aahh … I Can See … I Can See …   ( Rev. 3: 18 )


Details | Acrostic | |

The Treasures I Found (Acrostic)

The treasures that I have found
Helped to improve what I now know;
Every word helped me come around
 
To write with pleasures I can show.
Remembering the writer's who have taught
Each one of us just what to do;
As we learned those treasures brought
Satisfaction to many, including you.
Until I became a member in here
Regular things in life weren't so much;
Every new friend made things more clear
Showing us how to write with a touch.
 
If I were asked to do it again
 
Finding the greatest treasures on earth;
Only then I'd ask where or when
Utilizing the chance for all it's worth.
Now that I found a treasure of friends
Dreams and destinies have no ends.


Details | Free verse | |

The Opening of Rusty Doors

Stop me right now if you've heard this before
there's the wind at my back and a knock at my door
there's you love me to moons but I love you much more
and we dance and we dance and we dance
Please stop me now if you know all my thoughts
as they roll on the wind in occasional bouts
as they shine in my eyes like the sun bleeding clouds
and I write and I write and I write
Stop me in summer if you're sick of the moon
for she shines less and less as the Luna de Lune
for she swells with a million hot stars in her womb
and she grieves and she grieves and she grieves
So stop me at once while the day carries on
as I open my door to the once setting sun
as the brooding of winter escapes in the dawn
and we breathe and we breathe and we breathe.


Details | Free verse | |

Our Love Story

If I were to write a book
About my love for you
It would be a never-ending story
If I could paint a portrait
Of how you look in my eyes
It would be a masterpiece
If I were to write a song
Singing of our love
The words would be deep and touching
If I received a dime
For each thought of you
During the course of the day
I would be rich
And share all that I have with you
No oceans, mountains, or walls
Could keep me away from you
I would risk all
Just to see you smile
To me, our love
Is the greatest love story never told


Details | Ballad | |

I WILL WRITE END

This very minute,I will write end
at the bottom of my last song;
it's better to cry more tears
than hanging on on silly fears!

Only once we screamed in passion,
then we grew further apart;
we saw the beautiful sunset,
now we see an ugly sunrise,
and it hurts more to realize 
that I've been wrong twice...
and there's no hope for redemption!

I was drawn to you by a strong need,
throwing away my chance with others;
the only sunlight I saw was in you alone...
my quick downfall didn't take that long!
You talked kindly and sweetly,
coloring my big dreams brightly...
taking me to the bluest sky
that a lover could ever see; 
I soared with you...just feeling happy, 
not thinking I looked through the eyes
of an unsuspecting and deceived fool... 
winding with the speed of a spool!  

I will write end
with the sadness of a betrayed heart,
breaking down...to fill up
the banks of an empty river;
I will write end
to never remember you ever loved me,
or were a part  of my existence...
your memory will disappear in an instant!


Details | Romanticism | |

Writing my words

I sit here often and write on paper these words
Cause this is the only way to which they can release me and be heard
I write exactly how I feel inside
I do not diminish any emotions I will not let them any longer hide
These poems I write are heartfelt to some so I'm told
Within these words is my way of daring to be bold
They leave my heart open wide, so extremely vulnerable, and left to bleed
And it's left here to plead
Here in these words of rhyme, is pieces of me shared
If one looks they will see my very soul is completely bared
Begging for mercy from all I feel and relive everyday
Remembering everything in every way
From what dances inside my head deep in the dark of night
It's the why I feel all this writing is for me so right
I feel in writing them, I get to have him again
He is my everything, the one who knows me better then my closest friend
Then I see him in the distance so close yet so far away
I long to be with him and love him so much more everyday
So yes, I write on paper and share with you these very words
As it's my only way in my moments here, and my mind in re-living my past, they can be 
recalled easily, then so truly quietly and every so loudly be heard


Details | ABC | |

just somethin i wrote

They tell me i'm crazy because i choose to sleep in my car, quickly they add up 
how much money i should be making.  to that i can only reply, in order to achieve 
the goals i want to reach i must endure a little suffering now.  i call myself crazy 
cause i wish to write to and about you passionately.  to that i can only say i hardly 
know you.  this is not a poem and i tried not to write in any rhythmic pattern.  just 
thoughts that need releasing, thoughts i've long tried to ignore.  
i try to be happy but its hard when it seems so much is going so wrong.  six 
weeks ago i totaled my ride; my folks tell me God was looking out for me.  that’s 
kinda hard for me to believe when there are so many more that not only need 
him/her but want him/her to be a presence in their lives.  
i work day in and day out but i cant show you anything worth while.  voices tell me 
i'm an emt i should be happy saving lives, but they don’t see the hell i see.  the 
voices love me, i can tell they do, it's in the messages they give to me.  they talk of 
things i need to be doing, and refuse to hear the things i want to be doing.  voices 
are all i have to tell who's who, you see their faces have long since faded in order 
to release all emotional attachment.  
i hope you stayed with me this far, because i'm talking about happiness.  some 
day is too far away to wait and tomorrow is too soon to obtain all i have set for 
self.  i think i'll choose to find happiness now writing, more so writing with you in 
mind.  from this i hope questions will arise, questions that will be asked and 
answers demanded.  my thoughts don’t stop coming though i wish they would.


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The Things I Just Cant Say

I dont write my words because I'm angry.
I dont write my words because you're mad.
I write what is truly on my mind.
What I feel deep down inside.
It may not make sense to you.
But to me, my words really do.
Every letter of every word in every sentence.
They all work together in harmony.
To say the things I just can't say aloud.
To say the things I just can't allow out of my mouth.
I love you, you know thats true.
But when we fight like this, I can't say a thing.
Too afraid to say things I may regret.
Too afraid I'll say things I don't mean.
I can only tell you that I love you and walk away.
Maybe one day these words I write will explain.
The things that I just can't say.


Details | I do not know? | |

I Write

I write because I’m motivated by life
It consumes my inner depths and expands my reality
To form a silhouette with little solidarity
The other night there were things that I could not reveal with dancing 
words……………………………………
So I wrote.
I wrote all the images that could not be displayed
I painted letters on canvas and spelled out your name
I engaged all my senses as I scribbled down relentless rhyme
I created rhythm and blues as I flashbacked into time
When I was a girl and you were not yet the man of today
A stranger to one another’s existence, yet preparing for an unforeseen day
The seconds, minutes, rather hours that God would spend leading our paths
To cross upon a road where there would be a dead end
For I say ‘dead end’ because we cannot pretend
Someone will feel pain at the cost of another’s happiness
Just loving you could be blasphemous…………………………………
So I wrote.
I wrote about my mahogany delight
Friends in the daytime………………….Lovers into the night
I touched myself and exhaled as I yearned for kiss
I’m reassured in my womanhood when you lick my lips
I write about the future.
You, I, and some children of our own
But then a voice denies me of those thoughts because the future is not yet known
I write about trusting a man.
With my mind, body, and soul
I write to contain my sanity and keep hope that you’ll never let go.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Sweet, Little Love Song

I sat down and tried to write
a sweet, little love song in the moonlight.
I wanted it to have the sweetest words...
ones you have not yet heard.
I tried to write a catchy little tune
sitting there underneath the moon.
I tried alternative, I tried to make it rhyme.
I tried a little rock and roll, jazz and even ragtime.
I made it country and then changed it to blues.
I'm still trying to write it (and its almost noon)!
I don't want it too mushy or ten pages long.
I just want a sweet, little love song.
I don't want it confusing or full of white lies.
I guess, at least , I can say I tried!
But, I'm DONE NOW!  I can't write it!
And there is no use going on.
So, I guess I'll just send you
this sweet , little love poem.


Details | Elegy | |

Missing You

I want to say I'm sorry,
I'm sick of all the questions,
My heart is tearing in two,
because I miss you,
I'm sorry for what I said,
I hate all these unanswered questions,
that I never told you,
I'm sick of all the lies I spread,
even though none were about you.

I want to say I'm sorry,
I'm missing you so much,
this loss I must now endure,
and as I write this poem,
I write all my feelings down,
I'm not crying,
I never have,
must I must say just one thing,
if I can't say anything else,
I love you,
and always have.

I want to say I'm sorry,
my dearest great-grandma,
how can somebody so young as me,
possibly handle this loss?
I'm only twelve years old,
well, I'm almost thirteen,
but still I'm young not old.
I don't know how to handle this,
I don't know what to do,
I've never cried before in memory,
but that doesn't mean I don't feel sad.
I love you Nana!


Details | Lyric | |

Practice Takes Mind

Practice Takes Mind

I planned to write so many poems
Some long and some one line.
The purpose was for betterment.
But now, my heart does pine.

I love the words that reach and shine.
Sent to some friendly minds.
Oh, fragrant words of brighter days.
True friendship love refines.

So, as I sit and write today.
Searching this heart of mine.
I wonder if the Lord above
Has seen the words I rhyme.

Has He found love in one cinqku?
Or dodoitsu?  Or haiku?
Has He read my monuku, rhymes?
Or the love sent to you(s)…

Alliteration, sifts through lines.
Some rhyme and others don’t.
Tetractys are not dinosaurs…
Will they roar?  No, they won’t.

ABCs, blank verse, kimos, lists…
Have their poetic frames.
From the heart of emotions’ mists…
A poet holds word’s reins.

Some practice poems are, now online:
crysalline, clerihew, quatrain.
Chastushka, cinquain, monorhyme.  
(I am NOT on moonshine!)  
The rest, in thoughts remain.

I shall review my older poems.
And post a few online.
And hope to share a part of me.
Before I lose my mind.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 23, 2010

Poetic form: Lyrical-Quatrain


Details | I do not know? | |

Sincerely Yours

Before you throw this letter away,
Please listen to what I have to say.
It has taken me years to write to you,
So believe everything I write is true.

I'm not good with words when just written down,
So with this poem I'll have to work around.
I have to tell you before it's too late,
I have to tell you to clear my slate.

Words can not express what regret I have felt,
Over the past years the pain I have dealt.
If I could turn back the hands of time today,
I would to when we were friends and say . . .

"Thankyou my friend for all you have taught me,
Thankyou my friend for all you have helped me to see.
I have never met someone quite like you,
My love for you will always be true."

I regret today for not saying what I felt then,
I regret it's my actions that lost me my friend.
I know after this that your wounds still won't heal,
But I have to admit better my heart will feel.

Sooner or later I hope we can be friends,
And rekindle the spirit that we once had again.
All I ask is for a second chance,
To be my friend even give me a glance.

With love that will never die It is time to leave you,
I hope everything is well and all your dreams come true.
Farewell to you now please consider this letter,
For an apology I am giving for worse or for better.


Details | Free verse | |

Ham hog & Cabbage

I’ve nothing 
positive to say today
Just different scenarios 
In a vacant approach
Calling me to come home
I was left wandering 
In the dark alone
The objective 
To ease the hurt
Take away a curse 
For days that we play
Reach for new heights
In a vulnerable scene 
Tip toe on mercy 
To avoid 
the split in my spleen
In love with a phantom
Hidden behind a spotted face 
Out for the souls of grown men
Those who have plotted 
Against a broken race 
Misplaced pigment cells
Only the pig in men sells
Walking on childhood misery
Adolescent years swayed
Mentally weighed
Prohibited the belief 
Of a murdered messiah
Don’t you be so careful
As to let it hypnotize you
He who believes in thee
Can only be a liar
Shall I live
Then death to all rivals
No apologies 
Its just the pledge of survival
The Quran
Your mischievous bible
I hold these latter-day saints
Equally liable
And if it gets no better
Love always
As her emotions led her
An old man as spoken for
Casualties of sympathy
Hoping for a cure
One old woman and ten dollars
Spent thanksgiving day 
Hoping for a ham and a cabbage
But we savages in this ravaged land
Think nothing of her
But you got to love her
Reach out with your cold arms
And hug her 
Rub the hurt 
To keep her above the dirt
“Yes we can”
Do what?
Nothing again
I write for life
I write for birth
I write for you
For what it’s worth
I can’t stretch my intelligence enough
To write for peace on earth


Details | Free verse | |

For you today.

           Here is a poem, to thank you for today,
           I enjoyed myself in every way.
           Im glad were honest you and me,
           it means a lot you see.
           Last night I was not sure,
           how could I write more.
           Today im feeling fine ,
           I will write for you all the time.
           I will try once a day to thank you,
           in my special way.
           I hope your smiling grinning too,
           because I am.
            Thinking of you.
          


Details | I do not know? | |

PharO

I Count Stones Bones And Tones To Be The Wind Alone now A Quiet space Reaching to find you Expansion of mind Reaching to find a kind of place where vision flows and color flies through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light A Pharaoh searches for his Queen Through time and space he comes again Sound of a Wind hears Expansion of Mind A Quiet space Pharaoh's Queen Time now To sea Hear As Here She Be Fair O 0 0 0 to the Center ........... the other one Fair Count Stones Be She Bones And Here As Tones. To Be, Hear. To Sea, The Wind. Alone now. Time now. Pharaoh's Queen. A quiet space. Reaching to find you. A quiet space. Expansion of mind. Expansion of Mind. Sound of the Wind hears, Reaching to find a kind of place where vision flows and color flies. Through time and space he comes again. A Pharaoh searches for his Queen, through too A candlelight spiral as it floats on by in the sky. Tonight in my dream I remember why I write into the Light


Details | Verse | |

coming home to you

i took a drive one night, trying to clear my head
staring throught the window pane at the road ahead
all the stars a flashing interacting with the clouds
trafic roaring screaching growling like a wounded hound

then i passed by your house you were staring at at the window
dreaming of those happy days when you had your friends around
pulling up i look up at you and then i start to wave
looking down you smiled at me as if your heart was saved

my work is done im coming home coming home to you
to hold you and to see you smile like you allways do
ill bring you flowers and write you songs of how you make me feel
then you wake up next to me and i just doesnt feel its real

now im back on that same road tyres dancing with the winter
car slides from side to side dreams flash before my eyes
dreaming of you and i so in love forever 
passing through the sands of time  holding hands with heather

 now im passing by your house as you were staring at at the window
dreaming of those happy days when we were there alone
pulling up i look up at you and then i start to wave
looking down you smiled at me as if your heart was saved

my work is done im coming home coming home to you
to hold you and to see you smile like you allways do
ill bring you flowers and write you songs of how you make me feel
then you wake up next to me and i just doesnt feel its real


Details | Rhyme | |

Me

I am a bit of a worry wart overly sensitive at times
I love to write poetry and as you see it always rhymes
I don't say i am a religious person but have spiritual ways 
I believe in giving people room to change but if they don't that's okay
I love to give i find that's when i am at my best
But sometimes my shopping sprees gets me in to a real fine mess
And truly i never learn from it i really love to shop
I would be great in a commercial shop until you drop
I love camping and fishing i even put my own worm on my hook
And for how many times i have caught a seagull i could truly write a book
Now i know your probably laughing i would if i herd that 
Hooking them is not a problem its trying to put them back
Camping is a passion i have a trailer the size of a hut
I also love animal i have a turtle a cat and a mutt
I lost my husband seven years ago a bad fog was to blame
I am getting better as time goes on yet is never quite the same
Well that was a little about me and i really tried my best
 I will close for now for i really need some rest


Details | I do not know? | |

THANK YOU FOR THIS POEM

I SAT THERE AND WAITED ON YOU TO COME,TO SEE WHAT I HAVE DONE FOR YOU.
I PRAYED TO YOU TO SEE THE GOOD DEED I HAVE DONE,I SHARED MY LOVE FOR YOU,
AND SHOWED THEM HOW MUCH YOU CARED,WE CRYED OUT TO YOU AND HEARD
YOUR CALLING AND SMILED AFTER THAT.I KISS MY KIDS AT NIGHT AND THANK YOU FOR 
THEM.I CRYED WHEN I WAS SAD AND YOU PICKED ME UP WHEN I WAS GLAD.I FELL TO MY 
KNEES AND WEEPED WHEN THEY BEAT YOU AND NAIL YOU ON THE CROSS.I SMILED BECAUSE 
YOU CAME RIGHT BACK TO ME.I HAVE RYTHME IN MY FINGERS TO WRITE,SO I WRITE TO 
SAY I LOVE,YOU SHOWED ME SO MUCH IN LIFE THAT I KNOW AM YOUR CHILD.I GAVE YOU 
MY HEART TO HOLD FOREVER.I SONG OUT TO YOU AND FELT YOU RAINY  DAYS FALL ON ME.I 
LOVE YOU FOR THE MAN YOU GAVE ME AND IN ALL REALLTY I TELL YOU I LOVE YOU 
FIRST.THANK YOU FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE THIS POEM I LOVE YOU TOO.




BY ASHTON HAMILTON


Details | Quatrain | |

Poem Fun

I must be honest
I must confess
This is the hobby
That I like best

I love to read
I love to write
For poetry is
This man’s plight

My wife can’t see
Nor understand
Why poetry
Affects this man

I must admit
I do it all 
In silenced room
When heard, the call

I pen my thoughts
I ink my dreams
From Word documents
To PC Screens

I write for me
I write for you
I love this stuff
It’s what I do


Details | Lyric | |

Always There

Always there for you I will be until the end of time.
My love for you is everlasting and forever sublime.
Because of you I write poems, words that can rhyme.
I will never view loving you would be such a crime.

Always there you are my Honey whenever you I need.
You give me all the time a true caring and loving deed.
That's why in every word I do write please closely read.
You've always been the topic on my mind at full speed.

Always there we are together constantly caring so much.
We everyday expressing mutually our loving warm touch.
It is obvious that we have the love that nobody can match.
Because pictures will never lie with our smiles it is such.


Details | Free verse | |

These types of poems

I hesitate as I write these types of poems
because dare I ever say he makes me weak
I might lose him before anyone gets to see 
I am used to being disappointed 
So I shutter when a man makes me 
feel such strong emotions 
the type that makes me write these types of poems

I'm taking a risk when I say I feel butterflies
and that when he's around I feel good inside 
It makes hiding the new glow on my skin extra hard
but I fear the next poem will be entitled " It didn't work out"
I have developed many poems off of love gone awry 
so many tears I wiped cause he told me lies
So I must admit I panic quite a bit
when I start writing these types of poems

When I start writing these types of poems
It usually mean I'm sprung
It usually means I'm in real deep
and even though I hate admitting it
I am falling all over again
he makes me feel so brand new
Like the next grade in elementary
or a new pair of shoes
and even though I hate writing
these types of poems 
I must be honest with myself
I still smile when I go back
and read them no matter 
how bad the outcome 
because during the time 
I was writing these poems 
I felt so good inside.
That's something that deserves
remembering. 


Details | ABC | |

I Write Your Name

I write your name in the sand 
but the water washes it away
I write your name in the sky 
and the wind blows it away
I write your name in my head
and my other thoughts push it away
I write your name in my heart 
and forever it will stay


Details | Free verse | |

between the lines

i wrote a poem
i worte this between the lines
the poetry is mine

We

I write a book 
i write this inbetween the lines
the book is good

Love

i write a play
i write this inbetween the line
the play is unique

You!

I write
i write this inbetween the lines
no one seems to know


Details | Couplet | |

Now And Then

I just love to read and write 
Pen my thoughts day and night. 
I just write what I like 
And now and then what I don't like. 

I thank all my readers too. 
Sometimes we share alike view. 
Your feedback is so encouraging 
My friends and poetry are such a blessing! 

Most of my readers seem to like me. 
Love what in my poetry I have to say. 
I write with all my heart on the golden sands 
Of time and I just hope that you understand. 

Readers ask me "please never stop writing!" 
Again I thank you for this asking. 
You're so kind for this requesting. 
And I never want to stop penning. 

I've met and made some good friends 
Some fine folks online I have befriend. 
All these people in the flesh I don't know. 
But in my heart I do and that's so. 

I thank all my dear readers and friends. 
Thanks for all the love to me you send. 
I appreciate so much all your support. 
All my friends are such a great sport! 

Readers tell me" never stop writing!" 
And I never want to cease penning. 
Most of my readers seem to like me. 
And knowing this makes me so happy! 

My gift of writing is such a blessing. 
And I will never stop writing. 
I thank you all my readers and friends. 
Thanks for all the love to me you send. 

I just love to read and write. 
Pen my thoughts day and night. 
Most of my readers seem to like me. 
And knowing this makes me so happy! 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


January,16,2009


Details | Free verse | |

A I Read Your Words

As I read your poetry,
I get a thrill,
different places,
valleys, and hills.
Some write of love,
I can feel their joy,
some of the tenderness,
of a new baby girl or boy.
Others write of sadness,
and sickness, and pain,
a few wonder,
if they are insane.
Many like to cook,
their stoves never cool,
good homecooking,
 a comforting tool.
Many have pets,
while writing of the joy they bring,
some are thinking of marriage,
and giving a ring.
Some are across the oceans,
and live in castles so high,
but many are so lost,
we read the tears they cry.
All have a message,
their way to express,
poetry is an art,
a way to rest.
All across the world,
our words unite,
write from your heart,
and have a good night..


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm Writing Poetry

I remember a couple of years ago
That I took a Composition class,
I’m ashamed to say my grades, 
But let’s say I barely passed.

I had been writing for awhile,
But one thing I didn’t see
I wasn’t meant to write essays,
I was meant to write poetry.

What made it hard, for me, I guess
When I took that Composition Class
Was remember all the rules, and spellings and all
And all the things that Grammar has.

When I write here, I am not worried
When my Grammar’s wrong, you see.
It’s really just me and the way I speak
When I’m writing poetry.

I had an English teacher that once said,
This thing that she told me
I can’t go wrong, when it’s just my style
When I’m writing poetry.

So I guess that I’ll keep doing what I’m doing now,
And continue to let myself be.
I’ve found what I should be doing,
When I’m writing poetry!


Details | I do not know? | |

Thanks parents

Hey dad, Hey mom 
I just wanted to say thank you 
You have always supported me in everything i do 
You have always treated me with the respect of your daughter
I love you 
this i may say will never change
You are everything to this i write 
My frist poem came for the loved you showed one another 
Know that I think 
You guys have showed me everything
You may not think you did 
but you did 
you showed me love does work
you just have to wait for the right person
Thank you 
you showed me everything 
You gave me a chance at a life full of joy 
I know that the stress i have caused is a pain 
but you have always cared for me 
so Thank You 
I love you guys with everything I have
Just remember everything with you is this i write about


Details | I do not know? | |

Don't wanna write another love poem

I don't wanna write another love poem. So if this is it than let it stay this way, I don't need anyone 
but myself. I don't want to be trapped in these feelings. Wishing for something that isn't going to 
happen. I don't wanna write anther love poem. Let this be my last.


Details | I do not know? | |

POETIC VIBE

If I could write you a song
It would be of our happiness 
It would be a melody of a poetic vibe 

If I could write you a song 
It would express sentimental 
meanings only you and I could comprehend

I would write a verse of the kiss that blew my mind 
and the lovemaking that never ended that night 

If I Could write you a song
It would captivate your ear drum to only hear
the echoing sound that would make your body tremble

listen and free your mind
can you comprehend my dialect
 


Details | I do not know? | |

MY HEART IS HAPPY

My heart is happy today
It's shining bright I must say
I've come along way
since Jesus came that day

my poetry is a gift from God
I write from the heart
these hidden words were
always there from the start

Thank you Jesus for your light
I will spread it with all my might 
as I write what you say
and lift up the weak this day


Details | Bio | |

Major Turning Point

I regret what I did
For I am your kid
You’ve raised me better
So I shall write you this letter

I write you letter from the heart
Yet I don’t know where to start.
The holiday time is here
But it doesn’t seem like it has brought you good cheer.
I hate to see you frown
It always puts me down.
Nothing means more to me
Then making your face shine with glee
You might be here for a bit
But please take the time to read it

Your oldest will soon be a Papp
Remember when she used to sit on your lap?
Your middle will be eighteen
Does that mean its time to be mean?
Also his senior year will arrive soon
Better enjoy the time before he joins a platoon.
Your youngest (that’s me!!) will be able to drive
Did you enjoy the year two thousand five?

I picked up the phone
I felt so alone
I didn’t know who to call
But you came to my rescue before the fall
I thought you’d me mad
But at the time you were both to sad
I left you with nothing but the bill
From someone who listens how I feel

But now
I wonder how
I never felt so close to you
Its like the whole thing was my cue
I like nothing more
Then you being next to men when I close the door
That part of my life is through
All to the thanks of the love from you two

Dad and Mom
You guys know how to keep me calm
I love spending time with you
But the time we spend together is so few


Details | Bio | |

My story 2

The nights are cold and days are so long
My life’s passing just writing a song
Song for the girl I’ve loved so true
From bottom of my heart and through



That’s only way to express my feelings for you
Pain, sorrow, in my life aren’t few
I don’t think I’ll see you ever again
No joy for me then, only heart full of pain.

Though our time together was so short
A bag full of pain in heart, that’s what I’ve got
Why was it that we ever met?
If we hadn’t I didn’t have to regret

You never told me you were leaving
I’d have given you a gift in the end
But why didn’t you told me, my dear friend


Now as of you, I’m changed, my eyes never stops as well as my hand
Although it’s like adding water in the sand
I know that it’s vain, although it’s hard to stand
I know that it but it’s this heart that doesn’t understand


My eyes are hurt, my heart hurt, and now my hands
As I write this to you my love my girl
You’re the only thing except from football that, I’ve love at all
But now I’ve found out that it’s all for nothing
A song in my hand that’s too long to sing

The world thinks I’m mad
They are true as I lost the only girl that I ever had
My life waits for joys and fun
I’m waiting for you to return

It doesn’t matter, if whole my life I cry
I’ll live with your memories and one day die
I regret that I beg you like a beggar
Promised to be with you forever


Although I know you are gone never to come
I write poems remembering you as I don’t drink rum
If I was a drinker, I’d have loved it now as I’m so down
But I’m a lovelorn, for world that’s as a clown

If seeing you’d cause me headaches, for what you’ve done to me
I’d have died, because I see you when I close my eyes and nothing to see
That’s when you only thing in front of me
Either closed or open, you are the only thing I see

The pain inside my heart grows every time I think of thee
I’m so in love with you, but you don’t care about me
Why you did never said a word about my feelings?
Long has it passed, still you voice in my ear always rings

I’m trying so hard to live a happy life now
I really want to but I don’t know how
You’ve left me so damn alone and full of fears
Every time I think of you I’m full of Tears

I’ve forgotten the whole world even my own name
But not you my dear, I am the one to blame
To love you so much from bottom of my heart
Now I’m left with nothing as we are apart







Details | Free verse | |

Nancy.

You can't see the wonder I see when I look into your eyes, from the moment I awake till I
kiss you goodnight I see every thing in you I see the wonders in my wife,
to see as I do would be a surprise to you for no one truly knows what another sees and I
can"t explain what a sight you are or the fact that what I see is my life,

You can not fill how I fill -a body moves day after day working a cycle till the body dose
it without thought- staying fit,hard at work, pushing all I can to always be there for you,
to know you are why I breath,you are why my heart beats you are the soul in my music,my
four seasons you have my world in your eyes of blue.

You can't under stand what you mean to me what you've done to me what I found in you or
how blessed I am to have you by my side,
your not just a wife,a soul mate, are my best friend your my smile ,my strength my reason
for being who I am my sun,my moon, my tears when I cried.

You can't touch what I've touched to embrace you in my arms hold you in my hands kiss your
red lips are rub your soft skin,
the passion,the thrill,the warmth,the sensation I have with every brush of you face
timeless beauty on the out side as well as within,

You cant write how I fill for not even I can write what my heart fills words can't explain
how your love grounds me lifts me up and surrounds me,
how do you put in to words after all these years still being so in love how dose one say
I'm blessed from above no story,poem,are song can express my love for Nancy.


Details | Free verse | |

Idea

I am your idea,
You can develop me.
You can write a song,
You can write a poem.

I am your idea,
You can develop me
You can write a prose,
You can criticise a rose.

I am your idea,
You can develop me
You can use me for love,
You can use me for hate.

I am your idea,
You can develop me
You can use me for your benefit,
You can use me for your loss.

I am your idea,
You can develop me,
You can use me for peace,
You can use me for war.

I am your idea,
You can develop me,
You can use me for education,
You can use me for creation.

I am your idea,
You can develop me,
You can use me for richness,
You can use me for freshness.

I am your idea,
You can develop me,
If you don’t use me, you are poor,
If you don’t use me cruelity has no cure.

I am your idea,
You can develop me
Those who used me are intelligent,
Those who used me are standing in front.


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I WROTE YOUR NAME

I wrote your name in the sky

why did I write your name in the sky
I guess your wondering why
It's because my love will never die
and I want the world to see
how much you mean to me 

I wrote your name in the sand

why did I write your name in the sand
I hope you will understand
that you are my number one fan
and the love I have for you will always stand


I wrote your name in my heart

why did I write your name in my heart
this love I have for you will never depart
because my love for you has been strong from the start
and only you my love have captured my heart


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And the Sun Spoke

The clouds fell down abruptly upon me this day
As the sun pushed them down, it had wanted to play

I looked to it, with a squint in my eyes
For it seemed so bright, there in the skies

It smiled and said, Michael, please write of me
I want the world to know just what I can be

I am more than just light, to brighten the day
I am inspiration, growth and a reason to play

I flourish the fields with multitudes of flowers
I give people reasons, in those fields, to spend hours

I am artwork, unpainted, but crafted from above
I am a gift from almighty, provided with love

So, Michael, can you please write of me now
Please let them all know, what I do and just how

Please choose your words wisely, so all to see clear
Just what I can do and just why I am here

I said, do not worry, they all know it true
For the words that I write, will be those poured from you


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notes...paper...words.

Notes all around the house on my desk, dresser, end table, and radio,
they are poems I write maybe just a line a phrase but words I know,
I carry a pen and this little book in my back pocket that I write on,
I don't want to miss a line, a thought, a poem, are a love song,
I see poetry all around me from when I awake until I  sleep,
on the streets, in the news, on peoples face as they weep,
I see it in anger,in joy, in a heartache, in all the seasons,
I write when I think of you, you truly are my best reason,
you make so much seem so right, you open my eyes,
and when this world gets me down and I want to cry,
I write down a few lines, notes and nobody knows,
I write of love, lost , poverty, from grass to a rose,
from a story in a paper, on the news or on T.V.
in this world there are many stories you see,
when it starts becoming to much for me,
I think of you, of the kids, then I can see,
this world we live in poetry can breath,
from the high mountains to the sea,
from the desert to the city streets,
from all walks of life at our feet,
peaces of paper with words,
a note some thing I heard,
or just one simple line,
thinking of you I find,
words I set free,
in my poetry,




Details | Sonnet | |

Book of love

 

    I could write your name on the book of love... Your smile could be the 
handwriting that I use when I write every single verse of my poetries.
Every stanza is a wonderful melody of every word you have spoken to me. So soft 
and tender I could feel them.
When my heart is at night remembering your love, makes me feel my time going 
slow... I could be forever suspended in time because of your kisses.  My thoughts 
are flowing like rivers that look for the sea... They are looking for you and they are 
trying to reach you in every dream.
This is the way I love you my love... thinking of you, brings joy to my life... makes 
me be more alive... and it would take my breath away if I could kiss you tonight...
 
Sweet dreams my baby, the moon is always watching your dreams... like a 
secret guard that I send to your bedroom... to watch my baby while he is 
sleeping,  while I singing a lovely song in my loneliness.
Sweet dreams my sweetheart, I have sent a lot of angels to play a lovely melody 
for you to think of me every night... while I am sleeping here so lonely, they 
whisper on my ear how do you look like...
I love you so much Scott... and you inspire me to create all this beautiful poetry 
just for you... The love of my life.  


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WHAT I LIKE TO WRITE ABOUT

To the world that reads my poems
these words come from my heart 
some of the pain didn't remain
some of my words are from the past
and I thank God that part didn't last
so some of the things I write
are not always apart of my life
I love to write about life
strife, and hearts that have been broken
and cut by a knife
I also love to write about change
and God's love and grace
please don't take it anyother way
I just love to write this way


Details | I do not know? | |

Our search has a name

Our intentions are pure and our conscious is free
We start out on a search for a love that could be
Those pictures are perfect, those words are just right
Our hopes are sent sailing on courses so bright

We find that first person that catches our eye
And write that first letter and wait for reply
Will they write back, or are hopes set too high?
Are you hoping to laugh, but fear you may cry?

Emotions seem high, and then they seem low
Our hearts beat so fast, and then they beat slow
Like a ride at the fair with its' valleys and peak
Is it just for a thrill we are hoping to seek?

Perhaps we have egos that were bruised in the past
A relation that ended we wished that could last
The harder we try and the more that we fail
Only deepens the scars that we never unveil

Why do we write if we do not have time?
Would the truth really hurt, would it be such a crime
To admit to ourselves that our search has a name
That the love we search for has turned into a game


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If You...

If you:
   Have something to say; jot it down, write a book, express yourself. 
        But don't use GOD's word as a stepping stone for your own.

If you:
   Have a disagreement; bring it forth, explain your reason, let it be.
        But don't deviate The Word of GOD just to justify your own.

If you:
  Have a misunderstanding; look to GOD, ask for help, trust Him.
       But don't destroy GOD's word just to give yourself meaning.

If you:
  Don't like what you read; close The BIBLE, put it down, walk away.
       But don't go changing it by scientific what if's so you can understand.

If you:
  Write your own book; change it, rephrase it, turn it all around.
      But don't add or subtract to that which has already been written.

If you:
  Love The Word of GOD; read it, believe it, share it.
      But don't try to translate that which isn't there.

           >>> GOD's Word is pure and undefiled>>>


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Not a Love Song

If I could write you a love song
I’d sing to you all that I feel
I’d pour out my heart in the lyrics
So you know what I’m feeling is real

I’d tell you I think about you every morning
I always wish you were right there
I’d tell you I replay moments in my mind
All the memories that we’ve shared

I’d tell you when I come home from work
I wish I was coming home to you
I’d tell you when I’m falling asleep
I wish you could be there too

But I have to tell you I’m sorry
Because this is the best I can do
I may be a woman without a song
But I can offer all my love to you

If I could write you a love song
I’d start with the day that we met
Because no matter how the song ends
It’s the beginning I’ll never forget