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Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


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Remnants

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

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



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I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


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Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best

Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears

Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East

Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014


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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


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Deaf and Gone

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

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


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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


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A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Ode To A Desert Rose


Ode to a Desert Rose

Hiding in her desert place
There lives a desert rose
Not much water   little rain
Yet on and on she goes...

Day to day she shows her face
To those who can not see
All her beauty hides the pain
And tears that set her free...

Still there's One who shed His grace
Upon this desert rose
Always with her shall remain
Because her heart He knows.

by~deborah burch©
posted 3/29/2012

*(In dedication to Andrea: Welcome Back)


Details | ABC | |

Namagyan Beach

A beach captivating deprived eyes, Fascination, grandiose haven in July, Keeping lovely mountains nearby, Of Pacific, quixotic, refulgent sunset/sunrise. Tarry! Unwind! Vast waves eXtrudes Yuletide-like Zephyr.
Written: Aug. 16, 2012 This is a beautiful beach in Tamurong, Candon, I.S. It is located near my place or compound just a walking distance from my house. Its name was officially given by the people living in that area who are mostly relatives. The word "namagyan" means "relatives." Many visitors are going to this place and enjoy the nature, their moments and most especially the whole day of Sabado De Gloria (Black Saturday) and ecumenical services are held on this beautiful beach on the dawn/sunrise of Easter Sunday! It's a very fantastic place to visit! Come and see!


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A PHOTOGRAPHER LIVES WHAT HE FEELS

It can be an orchard with peach trees against patches of blue 
as they swerve downhill and meet the foaming sea,
see him capture an indelible moment after
moment until he's amazed by that wonder
to have captured a breathtaking view...
which will be eternally frozen in his memory.



A photographer lives what he feels,
wouldn't it be a celebrity on high heels,
or the most gorgeous child cuddling a puppy
that she saw shivering when snow fell in February?
Didn't he anxiously climb that remote, sun-sunken mount rising in the East...
to find tiger cubs suckling from their mother as she watched a flock of sheep?


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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


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' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !


For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
         
                           The  MoonBee


Details | Senryu | |

' Raul Moreno, Poet - Sensei ... ' 56th Senryu

‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’   56th  Senryu


   Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show


From Magnanimous Me (he! he!)  (LOL)
             Love Your Poetry, 
        Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee


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BACK TO ORIGIN

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

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

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

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

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


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Love declares His Love

Love they say is a many splendid thing-

Love wove for me
Such a fine necklace
All gleaming with tiny droplet pearls
That hung from a sheer gossamer thread
Dazzling in clear beauty
Glistening in the morning gold of the frosty morn

Love sings for me the finest song
From the golden throat of a nightingale
Like the sounds of many violins
Stringing a tune of lonely times and long lonely nights
when he waited and listened to the wind for my whispers
Of loving response

Love shines and twinkles in the midnight hour when
Declaring on heavens evening robes where
Jewels dance across life’s moving screen
Love declares His undying passion
For me

Then dawn rose from a heart on fire
It lit the garden with morning sun
Radiant-wearing the finest perfume
And colors of the rainbow bowed
In memory of our first lost embrace
The King waits anxiously-
For my smile and my heart.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th July 2012


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Moments of Healing

* This poem was inspired by Alexa Brus and I want to dedicate it to her.  Thank you 
for the inspirational photos, Alexa.  Love you, Carolyn



day-to-day anxieties require decompression
miraculous healing powers await
courtesy of Mother Nature

strolling through the field of daisies
I make my way to an enchanted forest
flora and fauna unmatched

hiking through the shady trails
canopy of cedars above my head
remarkable wildflowers and ferns line the path

tension releases as I hear the stream
toes dip in refreshing cool waters
summer’s heat alleviates

stress disappears and calmness overcomes
beauty of a Canadian woodland
fills my spirit with peace and joy

heading home in late afternoon
I emerge from the woods
finding God’s artistry in a sky of flaming splendor

my escape
     my path
         my connection to the glory of creation


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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


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A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.


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God's Rich Garden

God’s Rich Garden


Gorgeous cascade falling blind
On evergreen slopes of pines
Down to silver lake gone quiet
Stealing into a river feeding country wide.


Rich fields of crops and orchards dance
Imploring cultivation to abundance
Caressed by the sun’s warm presence
Highlighted by the colorful flowers’ fragrance.


Garden planted on a beautiful spring morning
Anticipating the presence of inhabitants to fill
Resort like land that would inspire the shaping of His will
Dedicated to the happiness of His offspring
Endowed with His power to governing
None other than the Kingdom of Heaven, eternal spring.


By CarolineCécile,
Copyright © 10.26.09


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The Standing Stone

The stone stands alone it seems
against all weather and wane.
No one to share the vicious rain.
No shelter from wind or snow.
Storms come and go, the stone remains,
a little battered but tall and proud.
The kiss of sunlight warms through,
easing the cold dampness away.
The love of the moon lights the night,
not so alone is the standing stone.


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The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


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The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


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Legend

Jasmines are flowers of paradise...
an absolute work of God...
sense of the splendid inheritance...
omniscience of God to his servants...
nutrient for the pure of heart.

Nobody can be absolutely...
album, which sets no time...
The love for resemblance does warm the soul...
harmonic songs echo in the life of love audible noise...
actors are like living shadows...
nugget, voice and feelings of those who want to hear...
igneous flame that all travel...
exercise for the imagination of those who observe...
living is not for everyone - only the strong survive.

Birthdays are acts that comprise only a single contemplation...
equivalent to the jasmine garden of the Lord...
host for the coming...
real, for those who know how to love.


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


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My Love is Like a Bird

My love is like an Owl
Knowledgeable and deep and wise
My love is like the Raven
With magic behind its eyes

My love is like an Eagle
Its lineage crowned most high
My love is like a Lark
So swift and scarce and shy

My love is like the Peregrine
Soaring silent above the hill
My love is like the Dove
Spreading peace and good will

My love is like the Stork
Bringing life so fair and bright
My love is like the Sparrow
It’s intuition for life’s fading light

My love is like the Albatross
Floating high on fair winds
My love is like the Crow
The darkened portent that it sends

My love is like the fabled Tern
Crossing continents the status quo
My love is like the Penguin
With its tuxedo in the snow

My love is like the Mynah
Able to sing any song or say
My love is like the Rooster
Heralding each brand new day

But most of all my love is like the Lovebird
Her loving song oft heard
That perfect pair to my person
And the inspiration for these words


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Haiku Footle

Haiku

I Do




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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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A Change of Seasons - Haiku 2

                                               




                                                     icicles 
                                          crying a river of tears
                                             for winter is gone

                                                        ~~~~~


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Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


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Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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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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Sentimental You

<                                      amidst flocked needles ...
                                        woven ornament strewn ...
                                               a star is ... born














Details | Quatrain | |

The River Gomati-win

O grandma *Gomati, was born on thy bank
And born of a mother bearing your name
On all the yesterdays your water I drank
Am still the part of your pattern and frame.

My blood flows in thy stream meandering
It’s a kind of earthly immortality,
I stand by you and feel kinship endearing
Know not much about gods but your affinity

I learnt to strive, to sink and to seek depth ever
Simply Hydrogen and Oxygen doesn’t make water
Something third is needed to make you what you’re
Nobody knows except you Ma and your Creator.

                             *******
Dr. Ram Mehta
June29, 2011

Twelwth Place win in

Contest: best dedication poem by P.D.

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*Gomati is the name of the river in Gujarat State of India. My home town Dwarka 
where Lord Krishna ruled once, is on the bank of River Gomati. 

My mother too was born there and she was christened as Gomati after the name of the river.

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Details | Hybronnet | |

Old Bells Chime

Old bells chime clear in the night air; 
Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare. 
It’s wrong of me to hold your hand? 
In the last of sun’s rays, gold band. 

A white mist rolls in from the sea; 
It shrouds and cloaks you and me. 
I can drown in your corn blue eyes; 
Your gaze is where all my hope lies. 

Crops sway in the air on firm stem; 
Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them. 
Our love we do not speak of alone  
But we are ripe in our age and one. 

Weeds had grown in all of our lives,
dictate direction of our drives.

Dedicated to my husband, Ben.

*Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel.
Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium)


Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Free verse | |

In Honor of the Bride and Groom

How may I describe the enchanting bride?
As my raven haired beautiful child who
has matured into a lovely young woman;
exuding charm and grace and the
sensibilities of a care giver yearning to please,
even the strangers she meets.

Her spirited nature makes her dark eyes sparkle
like the sea she works near; her moods are
mostly calm and reliable as the tides,
except for an occasional storm that may
suddenly appear leaving one drenched
by a cloud burst from a foreboding sky. . .
which quickly moves on with the swiftness
of an ambiguous March wind.

Her poetic personality affords her the ability 
to pen her whimsical nature and fascination with
fairies with which she feels a vibrant connection.
Her love for her cat speaks well of a non-verbal
communication they both are content to share. . .
A way in which she also silently communicates
with her beloved husband to be, the handsome groom.
Here is a fine young man with exuberance and
a dashing personality that shines so brightly,
one needs to don sunglasses while in his presence.

His spirit of fun and laughter brings out the best in his
future bride, leaving little doubt they belong together.
He is on a positive path of intended growth he joyfully 
embraces, ignoring the poor economy that might be daunting 
to a less positive person whose dreams have no limit.
He is a man who appreciates the inner beauty of my
daughter as much as her outer beauty, thus he truly
understands her and her humbleness, they both possess.

A connection of great intellect, tender hearts with a generous 
love for humanity would be the best way describe them both.
Both love to hike in nature and explore little known places.
Their ultimate goal would be to share their love with a child.
A happy couple indeed, on the verge of matrimony
in sharing a life filled with adventure and contentment.
May God Bless you both on your journey through life.

Note* My youngest, Michelle, will be married this Oct. 5th
to her sweet fiancé’ Daniel.

For “Epithalamium Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta”


Details | Quintella | |

TABLE MOUNTAIN

The mild Cape Town winter weather triggers blooming of the Heather. The Erica shines their lanterns among the Foxtail Ferns. The white clouds overhead feather. The Silver Trees create a foil against which the flora toil. The King Proteas are gearing up to supply a feast for birds to sup. The Cape Cobras in slumber coil. The Aloes have many a use and can withstand much abuse. The fiery red Cape Honeysuckle led the cultivated hedges to buckle. Mountain fires lit by the obtuse. Our proud heritage was in full bloom - a rambling pathway the only room. Scorched earth, naked and black; sustenance of the soil now sadly lack. The canon on Signal Hill booms.
Official New7Wonders Inauguration of Table Mountain in Cape Town: 2 December 2012 http://www.youtube.com/user/New7WondersOfNature Picture of the King Protea, the national flower of South Africa: http://www.nigeldennis.com/stock/pages/21.htm


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Rhyme | |

In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


Details | Couplet | |

Trees

Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.


Details | Tanka | |

Your History

<                                 symbolic icon
                           abrupts captivating flight
                                    honoring fallen
                       amidst lined tombstone's marker
                             at historic Fort Snelling



Written By
Katherine Stella  8/8/11

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's
Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…


Details | Free verse | |

The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Pair of Glasses

Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. “It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know. For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet…… We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We’ll see laughter through the tears!


Details | Ode | |

The Serpent

I am the one who once traveled by flight and foot
And now I slither around on my round-body
My tongue has always been and still is split in half
In my first stage of life my speeches consisted of fire-bursts, ice-shards, smoke rings, and whirling-wild-winds
Now my speeches are speedy rollings-of-the-tongues and a-spitting venom-filled saliva
Horned was I back in the days after I had hatched out of my egg
Now my mushroom-like head consists of my eyes, my nostrils, and my ears
Once I had massive teeth to help me emasculate my food
And now I must swallow all of my food whole
Many primitive cultures have used me as a symbol for both good and evil
I symbolize the Morning Star, and have been blessed with many different names
Nevertheless, I am worshiped by many cultures of mankind as a powerful being
I am the Light-Bringer, and the Knowledge-Bringer to mankind and am similar to Prometheus
I seduced Eve to bite the apple in order that she may have knowledge and become like Yahweh
I am also Quetzalcoatl, the revered sky god of the Aztecs 
Without the symbolism that mankind has placed upon me I am nothing more than a plain reptile


Details | Couplet | |

Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare




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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


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Universal Tramp

She’s a whore of life, this woman of man,
she sits at a throne, and summons commands.
Her beauty is insatiable, all lust her creation,
they covet and desire her timely flirtation.

She’s a tramp of joy, she’ll steal your pride,
few escape her brutality, many have tried.
A vixen so beautiful, rare and unique –
she preys upon you; the weak and the meek.

She storms with violence; grasp her dedication, 
she hails the glory of this blustery castration.
She soaks her conscious, with your admiration,
pouring down chaos, on the winds of frustration.

This Trollope of beauty, has flooded the minds,
of these foolish men always searching to find,
a tsunami of ecstasy too grand I ensure,
for the whore of the universe; Mother Nature.


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Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


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Wolf's Tongue

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end ...
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. 
Yikes

G.L. All


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Turning Leaves

dissolving summers yield a muted sheen
and drawn-out shadows over meadows sprawl;
like dappled sunlight, golden peppered green,
the newly turning leaves sketch hints of fall,
in subtle hues at first, to softly blend
and blur the edge of treasured memories
with paths uncharted, yet to comprehend,
still ruffled by the scent of last night’s breeze.
An autumn palette, growing ever deep,
brings ochre, reds and russets from the past,
a richly coloured crop of times to reap
and weave a tapestry to ever last.


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The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


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CONTROL THE LOVE

Control the love between the two of you,
Or else you 'll be hit by a blow to split off
Your life's heart like an axe.
Stare at each other, tenderly, communicate
With ease, graciously, whisper melodies, sweetly,
But do not let your fingers crisscross so 
That you won't be caught up in each others arms...
"ON THE BED".
Leading to each others thighs that wrought
The sweetest taboo.
So control the love if you must stand above ill manners
As you are not yet wedded.
Don't let it flow without measures or brake
For you might be tied up like stock fish to a bamboo stake,
Ready for the fire... ending you in utter remorse.
Control the love! control the love!! control the love!!!


                                                     CHARLES MELODY
                                               (Lightning Ink).


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God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








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Earth Angel

From the moment that I met you,
As I gazed upon your eyes,
I was overwhelmed with comfort,
As I began to realize,
That you are my soul mate,
You balance me out,
That you’re the yin to my yang,
In my mind there’s no doubt,
So I share with you this poem,
To express my emotions,
For you as a person,
They’re as deep as earths oceans,
An earth angel in spirit,
You're living in the light,
You give power unto others,
Through knowledgeable insight,
You’re a beautiful person,
Your hearts filled with love,
You’ve the mind of a goddess,
Intentions pure as doves,
Your figure is as gorgeous,
As the moon and the stars,
You motivate others,
To seek out whom they are,
Your aura shines vibrant,
Your smiles gleam bright,
The advice that you give,
It reflects divine light,
If the whole world could meet you,
They'd begin to believe,
That through thinking divinely,
True beauty is achieved.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


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Ode to O possum

O possum, lying on the road.
Why did you leave your abode?
Are you sleeping or dead?
I see trauma, but no red.
O possum, did you look both ways.
Or were you blinded, by displays.
O possum, lying on the road.
I write your ending ode.
Were you sick, was this suicide.
Or were you pushed, in assisted suicide.
O possum, lying on the road.
To what is your death, to be owed?
One less creature, on this earth,
Your passing is not a dearth.
O possum, you did have such pride.
Know now, my soul deeply cried.


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Blind Faith

Author Note: Entry into Blind Faith Contest


At the end of days,
the earth displays its anger,
Clouds part,
heaven awaits,
choosing life,
I depart.


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Her special place

Dedicated to my cousin Susan who suffers from Parkinson's disease. yet handles it so bravely.

Her special place

Deep in the heart of England
There is a little pond
And near that pond there is a seat
With a view of the beyond
Between two trees amidst the grass
That grows so lush and green
And on that seat, a lady’s sits
All looking so serene.

She’s in love with all of nature
And loves to sit outside
It’s where she goes into her soul
Where all is deified
She looks into her essence there
As she asks so peacefully
‘what does it feel like to be me’?
Then sees what she can see.

She’s sat here now for six long months
It makes her feel serene
Just to think about that place
Where everything looks green
She visits there just once a day
To close her soft sad eyes
And look at who she really is
Which keeps the lady wise.

4 July 2013 @ 0412hrs.


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Nature's Single Dad - The Australian Emu 2 THE DAYS CONTINUE

NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin.
He looks down to the ground, 
where he first heard the sound,     
and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.”

Hours go by, as each little chick tries to break free of its protective cover.
They all work their way, 
throughout the long day, 
then all greet their father-come-mother.

For his new family he breaks the last shell. To his fluffy striped chicks, he’s their mother.
As they grow older under Dad’s shoulder 
he will nurture, each sister and brother.

In time, they will leave his home on the dance floor; a single dad, with chicks he will roam.
With high steps he will prance. 
They will learn every dance 
for survival, before he goes home.

With the changing seasons, Emund finds reasons to leave his young chicks on their own
Others join with his brood 
now there’s plenty of food,
Emund turns and again, he’s alone.

Not taking the chance of being late for the dance Emund picks up his speed on the track.
They won’t meet at his gate 
if he gets home too late 
to dance to the rhythms of the outback.

The Australian Emu; one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species in the extremes of the outback.




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AFRICA

In the kingdom of the Waters
She sits enthroned on its womb
Flanked by the silver facet Atlantic-Indiana
As the barking tides wrestle her marble feet

In the court of the Tropics
She is robed in green foliage of ancient savannah
Adorned with pearls of arid sands,
With ivory mountain and cincture of rift

In the mythic boarder of the Equator
She rests at the footstool of the fierce sun
Comforted by cloud’s tears
And caressed by solemn winds

In the royal neighborhood of Continents
She locks horn with Europe
In the witness of Asia
And her offspring Madagascar 


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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.


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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!



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XOX WORLD

Sweet kisses of fall
Brings sensual caresses
That charms winters chill

Touch of winter’s charm
Wrapped up in awesome delight
Delivers embrace

Emotions of sight
Raptures heavenly spring sounds
Building into heat

Summers delightful
Fun, fantasy of the mind
Dearest affection

ps: sweet love to all at PS and the world as well the universe.

Blessings

written for
Sponsor Destroyer ~ Poet  
Contest Name MY FIRST 2012 VALENTINE *CONTEST* HAIKU~ ONLY~ XOX  


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My Grass Daffodils

                           Dedicated to my neighboring Agri. University Lawn, Kanpur India.


My Grass Daffodils

The Sun was trying to hide away, 
The Stars were yet to shine on way, 
The trees were silent, 
But the breeze was a little violent. 

In the fading golden light of Sun,
I was lost in simply watching, 
The spreading beauty of Yours in abundance,

The ravishing beauty, was trying to stop me to leave,
To hear and to feel,  the music of winds and Daffodils, 
Coming from the swinging and singing grasses,
From which every year comes out, my yellow daffodils.

Every year I wait for them to come out,
Every year they wait for the raindrops to shower,
To show their short but enchanting appearance 
On the neighboring grassland. 

In those memorable moments, 
Which sometimes I have spent, 
In the alluring company of my sweet Daffodils, 
I have tried to take away with me, 
The swinging and singing splashes of my grass Daffodils.

They come out every year, 
In several hundred thousands of numbers, 
When ever the rains start showering its love, 
Only on the grass lawn of Agri. University.  
I often try to understand, how even a thing like grass, 
Can be so beautiful and so fascinating, 
That, any one can get lost, 
In the eternal joyous singing and 
Swinging of these Grass Daffodils.

In mild rains they bloom, without rains they died away,
Like humans, who gets faded and dull without love
And one day fades away or become jealous or cruel,
Without the tender care and love. 

Every year you fascinate me, every year I get lost in you,
O my childhood friend from where you have come,  
And to where you would go like a mystery of life, I do not know.

Once the rains are over, 
You vanish like the diminishing light,
Like me you also seem to love,
The rains and its mild showers, as a blessing on us.

I know like humans,
You also do not like too much of rains,
And too much of showers,
Which can spoil the beauty of your petals,
And the beauty of you, my amazing Daffodils. 

But like the Grecian Urn, you will continue
To bloom and smile, 
On the grass lawn of Agri. University during rains,
And after that on the pages of my mind, heart and soul,
You would shine like the Sunshine,
Till I am living and dreaming on this earth.

Ravindra 

Kanpur India  26th July 2010                                                               








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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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Melamine And The Future

How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???

What’s next then?

The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?

Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning,
Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars?

The Lover’s Moon losing its magic,
Against all of electronic medias?

Bill’s words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized,
By students apathetic  of Romeo and Juliet’s tragic lives?

The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from,
Refurbished houses whose kitchen’s gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)?

Damp “Homes” generally viewed by all as dumping grounds
For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens?

Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats,
In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty?

Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains?

Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated,
Against all other of life’s simple joys? 

How many still remembers…

That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes,
Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth?

That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos,
Is TLC to the umpteenth level?

That even though a day’s good job brings satisfaction,
It can never compare to a loved ones approbation?

That one can never get enough of kids’ hugs and kisses?


Indeed…

It will really be a future oh so bleak,

When humanity’s mind- to simple but powerful truths,

Becomes weak…
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When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to 
define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you 
can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks! 


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Planting a Tree

What can a man do

To plant a seed in the ground

So strong a tree grows


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Lunania

Land of wave-like verse
churning love into a 
gum-like consistency
tasting of nicotine and nectar. 
Steeped in tears and magic
Metaphor for silver or nubility
immortality and abundance
Hiding your yawning emptiness
Behind ballads and psychosis
Airless craters turn to 
allegories for love
consumed or unrequited
Lost or gained suddenly
like a surprised sliver of a plum
inside a boarding house Sunday cake 
And a certain cliché for
timeless allure.


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Rowdy Racecar

ZOOOOOOOMING speedily…
Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??


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Wedding Night Bliss

With a sleepy smile she whispered
“I said I do today”
Spoken words with heart and mind
Lust and desire made clear
“Boy, how you grind my gears
and still arouse such wantom awakening
to parts of my body previously only stirred…”
My mind turns to the number of times
we have all but made love with our clothes on
Innocently touching, holding, wanting
Preserving something so very special
ready for the day that I can take you
Knowing you are my bride, belong to me,
are part of me, for now we are one
Together every breath, movement, thought
melds together in heated entangled embrace
My hands search for the warmth of your touch
the silky softness of your satin smooth skin
Item by item crumpled garments fold to floor
as I slowly admire your naked womanly form
for first time 
watching waiting wondering
yet knowing you are as ready as I as you smile
I scoop you into my arms,
lie you on our bed
Slowly we make our way into Paradise,
lost to ourselves
Found in our desires for one another
Destination – satisfaction
We arrive as husband and wife


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Remains Of A Driveway

Through you I seek to know:
What happened once below?

You ferns of resistance, I see you
Mixing it upward with 
A firm stance. 
(Such steely green weeds
Do smirk indeed
Above the empty path of horizon’s eye,
Blackened to nowhere).

What, though, do I see in you?

(A path lies vacant and wanting,
A land once named upon a dream;
A barren place now daunting,
Neglected and unseen).

Where is your truth?

(Does it rest within your clumsy bud’s dance
With a tertiary sky,
Or a raucous from your stem’s windward need 
To lead)?

Oh No.

I do believe:
It is your roots of defiance!

To know Home in no shame;
To forge through scarred soil with no blame!

Such courage you have:
To reap the shifting tar of fickle men, 
And safely hasten away 
From the notion of never again!

(Thirty some years have stood and fell
Yet…
Your quiet presence lives to tell
This hell,
Once known,
As Love’s canal).  

Oh eager green,
 I wish you well.


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You reap what you sow

Planting the garden with all love and kindness
I kneel and bow my head in quiet contemplation
Reflecting on life passed, 
already slipped through my fingers
Of times my soil was not tendered by such kindred hand
When minutes were short 
and hours so fully crammed with business
I'd simply open my seeds regardless of consequence
and scatter aimlessly upon the land
Much that fell about me would wither, fall, or fail
For quality of moment did not matter, 
meant little to me
Little I did would flourish 
for it surely wasn't manned nor intended
No nurturing, no love, no care, no nothing
Yet now my precious moments surely stand
I learnt in time to find freedom in saying no, 
gently taking back that 
that was too freely given
To once more take hold of pallet and brush with artistic flair
That my own world could bloom in full colour and take a stance
So I could get a grip, a hold on all
To really know how to stamp my brand
For time stands still for no-one


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STONE HEDGE

Hear across my native soil,
The calling, 
Echoes ancient voices,
Raised in prayers ritual.
A forgotten people, leaving,
Their mark upon histories
Legacy.
Mysteries great questioning,
Lain outward for generations,
To wonder why?
Beneath the heavens vastness,
Behold gray monoliths reaching,
Upward.
In the circle of life and death,
As a continuing sphere ever,
Winding within it's self.
A seasonal calendar timed by,
Natures rhythm.
An inner heartbeat, pulsating,
From the earths core.  
Springs awakening warming
Breath,
Or winters chilling hand of death.
To plaint and harvest, or lay at rest,
The tools of trade.
The beasts of burden are released
From heavy yokes harness.
Pagan Gods demand tributes sacrifice,
Lain upon the sacred altars fire.
Druid priests carrying wisdom's staff,
Praying for enlightenment’s spiritual guidance. 
Sung in Gallic tongue, they chant.
Asking for natures bounty,
A good years passing and 
Healings curing power. 
An ancient religion seeking,
Answers to humanities quest to know.
Lost to times relentless pass,
Our ancestral heritage is remembered,
I'm myths and legends,
Mystical circle of stone,
Known as Stone Hedge.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN














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My Handsome King

My Handsome King
Your royal palms gently wave
 at me each time I see you,
I have to blush 
each time they do.
 
Your sugar white beaches moan
 for my feet to greet 
them each time we meet.
My feet move to the beat 
of salsa when they
 remember you.
 
Your gentle breezes caress my 
hour glass hips each
 time I run to you.
They rock me like a baby
 when I sail over 
your bright 
blue waters.
 
Your bright moonbeams create 
a halo around my head 
as I shake my long golden
 hair to say hello to you. 
They dance around like a drunken
 gypsy with the sparkly stars
 up above as I take my
 midnight stroll with you.
 
Your regal art deco
 buildings of pastel
stand at attention, 
every time I dream 
of your streets of gold.

Your sun's rays of warm
 glory tickle my 
bare breasts gently 
as I rest my body on the
 safety of your 
heavenly sands.
 
I humbly bow my 
head to you with honor,
for your sweet 
whispers of hospitality
have overtaken me, 
my Majestic King
 of the South Beaches. 
Miami, you are my 
handsome, winter friend.


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Room for growth

Cultivated land
Cherished seeds scattered - roots - grows
Ample harvest reaped


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TEARDROP BLOOD

as we face the end of the music,
faced with mistaken thrills.
as teh agenda of a destiny unfolds;
better left to be untold,
about the aftermath trauma,
livelihood in the hood drama.
situations that are just not scenery;
sweat of blood with every tear,
packs a punch with every tear,
full of weariness,
not to mention teardrop mixed with blood.
not even novacane can stop the hurt of the clot;
missing the thrill of the aftermath showdown,
missing pieces of morality not shown.
like beating down the edge of a clef note,
rare but possible to do.
unworthy throw down faced with a mistake,
with unknown meaning of teardrop blood is at's stake.
unfulfilled unworthy desire pass you by,
self eanial worthy,


Details | Ode | |

Ode: to the Nymph

SHE floats in grace, like one in love
     with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
     unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
     with the notes of a singing thrush.

With golden locks, as light as air,
     and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
     to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
     come to her for her balmy dew.

As cloud and rain Nymph and a muse
     with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
     or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
     to honor her without constraint.


1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest















Details | Free verse | |

My Nest

Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.

Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.

relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.

who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.


Details | Tetractys | |

A White Canvas Awaits

Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"


Details | Rhyme royal | |

The Wisdom of Angels

Do unto others, as you would have done. Listen for guidance, while up comes the sun. Quietly, softly as you sit and pray, you’ll feel in your heart, they have plans for your day. Bask in the goodness their presence imposes; just listen for signs, until the day closes. Savor the people, the places and things, and all of God’s creatures, whatever He brings. For unto your path that you walk, you’ll soon see, God’s message unfolding for what you’re to be. If you feel a slight tug, just follow their guide. Your actions of goodness will come from inside. The wisdom of Angels is here in our lives. They’re constantly working to relieve our strife. Soft and furious the candlewick dances. Our lives are filled with second chances. Believe that Angels are caring for you, especially when you’re feeling blue. Whatever your worries, whatever your fright, just meditate lovingly, on the candles dancing light. Then let your eyes wander to God’s beauty outside; and know that your Angels will be your guide. Ask them to stay with you throughout your day, when you are working and even at play. Moments of silence renews our souls! Carry this goodness and watch what unfolds. We all are so busy, but if we take time, we’ll come to the place where we’ll feel sublime. Breathe it, allow it, feel it, dream it, know in your heart and then you will see it. The wisdom of Angels is a present from God. He sends them to you with a wink and a nod. It’s a playful and kind and loving thing, to be touched by an Angel, will make your heart sing! B E L I E V E !!!!! Michelle D. ©4/28/2011


Details | Free verse | |

Children of the wealth

Some people are fighting for money and wealth -
                          
yet when we die, we're not taking what belongs to the earth.


                                                             get the picture!!


                                   for treasures- people will  deceive you; betray you


                             bottom line;as we passed away our collection is staying behind.


Details | Free verse | |

Hold your chess and say I am blessed

Do not doubt who you 
are or who you can be.  
With in us all, 
their is a light that 
shines with effulgence. 
In our heart it shines. 
In our mind it shines.
A chunk of the sun 
embedded in our core. 

We have been fueled with
 the lions ambition.
Chasing the prey. 
Chasing dreams until the end. 
We have been fueled
 for the finest hours. 
Recognize those powers. 
These powers
 forever remain ours. 

We are the reason the sun shines. 
We are the reason the flower blooms.
We are the reason the tree never falls.
A message in every creation. 

The sun shines to show us 
how bright we can be.
The flowers blooms to show 
us how beautiful we can be. 
The tree never falls to show 
us how strong we can be.

All of this we can be. 
If we rise our self with the sun. 
Leave not your dreams and 
aspirations undone. 
Understand it to be beneficial 
in the long run.

Make life sweeter than a 
ton of sally-lunn ,sally-lunn. 
Out run the doubt until you have won. 
Understand that you are some one,
fit to run upon the sun and clouds.
Reach above and pick heavens flowers. 
So high up in the sky, gazing into 
the eyes of success. 
Hold your chess and say I am blessed. 
Your surroundings you impress.

Suppress, suppress and undress 
those doubtful thoughts.
Progress not digress, express
that light you possess.
Let success be your address. 

This I profess because once 
my light was put to the test. 
A light I lost in doubt. 
It was repossessed because
now I know I am truly blessed.
Do not doubt your self,
within all of us a light 
shines with effulgence.


By:Elliott Bowe
Definition for sally lunn:
a flat round sweet teacake usually served hot.
Enjoy: )


Details | Ode | |

Ode To Stones

Inscrutably solid in multi-shapes and colors
Prisoner of itself sitting Buddha-like forever more
Gazing mother earth reshuffling her pets
As mighty and small moan to subtle strokes of death


Slayer of Goliath, though David stole your praise
In twelve, you symbolized the twelve tribes of the Jews
But upon your historical landmark
They never treasure you like the ark

For Rick Praise's contest: "Stones"


Details | Romanticism | |

sleep in the stars

Sleep in the stars tonight
With me by your side
As we hug to the night
kissing and looking into each others eyes

the wind enchanting
as the trees dances to the tune
the leaves rise to groove
And the ocean looks to approve

sweet whispers in the air
of nature so fresh
so fragile
yet still there

i smile as i wake up
knowing she is still there
despite our dismal efforts 
she still cares

this is a poem of love
love for nature
because she cares

we have failed and cheated
but she is still there
rising gently like the morning sun
caring for the honey's comb


Details | Free verse | |

sea of love

laws of the sea
please call your waves silent
and listen to me
stay calm and peaceful, non-violent
for my only true love
travels upon thee


Details | Senryu | |

Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

THE THRONE

       THE THRONE          
In days gone by, as I recall my youth,
some memories at best I find uncouth,
and I'd as soon my mind forget
although it surely hasn't yet,
this greatest fact of life and bit of truth;

there set a one room shanty old and gray,
with just a path that led out to its' way
just opening the only door
was something of a minor chore,
and once inside, the door it will not stay!

There was a catalog with pages tore
and on the seat, two holes with edges wore,
and why, I wondered, there were two,
when only one would surely do;
but I've not figured out what two were for.

The cracks between the boards let in the sun
to think upon until your job is done,
and solving lifes' complexities
is best done here, where no one sees,
and once inside, it's closed to everyone.

The greatest fun was in the dead of night
when winter's set in to its' freezing bite,
the snow it falls, the wind it howls
and excavation of the bowels
is best done in the day, to do it right.
     
No one has ever sat upon this throne
not contemplating all the things they've known,
and there should be a monument
to show the world where people went
to get relief, or just to be alone!


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


Details | Haiku | |

lift your brothers and sisters (come together)

we are one spirit...

there shall be no division...

edify each soul...


Details | Haiku | |

Bird Song

The birds sing a song

On a tree that is very high

Music fill the air


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond The Sun

Of 2000 years ago Beyond The Sun
There once was a Prophetic Son
With a Mother of Wisdom
The Matriach of Sublime
She shows the way in time
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
There's a locked cage in my heart
And it's tearing me apart
Sophia you hold The Key
Why don't you open if for me
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)
 
Beyond The Sun
A Dove, a Flame (Beyond The Sun)
Regina Sapientia is Here (Beyond The Sun)


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Tarry in your Garden

Mama Earth I beckon unto you,not to turn your back on me ,I am your weary child but I am
still smiling.  In the morning I want to go to your beautiful garden ,where the breeze is
light and the sun shines through the trees softly glistening, Mother are you listening? I
want to Tarry while  birds still sing, after the torrent rain;  And mother ask Father Sky
to forgive us here.  In your garden I do grow... you have woven me a garment anew. I
deliberate in your garden: Where the Eagles rest and the Robins nest; As I  put on my
garment of dew...I want to tarry for awhile in your garden, in my garment so befitting.. I
love you Mother, before and after the torrent rain; Then suddenly my heart runs rapid: I
hear Father Sky's loud thunder,ask him to forgive us for the plunder! I look up to see my
brother the Moon; My Ancestors are the stars.  So I tarry in your Garden Mother saturated
in your wet kiss,The only sacred place for me; I am fulfilled in your perfect Bliss .                                                                                   
      End Poem
                                                                                   
                                                                                         


Details | Tanka | |

The View Backyard

57577 tanka

Contest:The  View (of my yard)
Sponsor:  Francine Roberts

Written by Doris Culverhouse

Nature's view changes
Familiarity seen
Birds and deer tasting
All of my precious flowers
Attacked like the evil one

Dad's barn and garden
Wayne's great carved flower beds
The tractor and shed 
Always steady, strong present
Workers, lovers of the land

Dedicated to my Dad and Hubby!!


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


Details | Rhyme | |

You Wipe Away My Tears

You Wipe away my tears
You erase all of my fears
You are the only voice that I can hear

You make the darkness leave
You made me believe
All the sorrow and the pain you wiped from my sleeve

You are all that I can see
You always made me feel free
Your scent is the one that calls me every time I breathe

You are the one that I care for
You always leave me wanting more
I enter your soul filling the hole every knock that I lay on your door

You are the one who makes me
You and I were meant to be
Together forever we sit in harmony

Your hair is like silk when it flows
Through the day as the wind blows
I will always love you
I hope that you will always know...


Details | Free verse | |

The Simple Truth

All Mighty One
The Beginning and the End
Alfa and Omega

Thy living water spills free in a fountain of forgiveness 
love and light so pure and free
my cornerstone of strength and hope
for you, I fall to my knees

The darling of heaven once crucified 
you have risen in all glory and now you rest within my desperate soul
a predestined beauty of the eternal promise of everlasting life
I call to you in good times of prosperity 
and I ask that you might sustain this life
I cry out to you in times of trial
knowing you will guide and strengthen this weary soul

My precious Jesus, son of God almighty 
I surrender to thee
I praise only you
forge and mold me oh' sweet Father
for I believe
yes
I believe



Details | Rhyme | |

Treasure House

Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem
priceless stones and gold and silver found within men
costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare
they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care

A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek
those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek
those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled
who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed

The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new
what you mold has been foretold your children character hew
all will abide where you reside your will within a few
they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true

You have washed them clean and bright
removed their darkness and it's night
they live their lives with your Law in sight
to do your will and please you do delight

Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw
must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law
how could one hope to please and God be Loving True
if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue

There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss
facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist
God has raised from living stone children of Abraham
from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand

Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit
for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit
you have formed them from the day they were born
unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform

And you oh Father are their glass of wine
to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine
you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth
like every child you have fed them from their youth

sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 
Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5
Apocalypse 21:10-27

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

To You My Daring Artist

_______ Trapped within the artist's mind - a need to portray a burning facet of life , that some never see.... of clouds soften pillow and emerald eternity a place where indigo mist falls and yellow flowers bathe in violet's and green's a place where souls are taken and peace gathers free a song born from deep within, exploding on the white canvas for all to see To you, my daring artist Paint Paint a dream.... To you, my daring artist my hat tumbles free... _______


Details | Narrative | |

Iris of Poetry

Introduction: We don't really think deep enough about "What A Poetry Actually Is", the
obvious question which we all know but don't think how to really elaborate on. We mostly
see the story, depth and the purpose it delivers. Well, here's one a little bit different
this time...



Poetry is the reflection of our lives like in the mirror,
It is something we can relate to and share.
It's our memories written in jumbled words,
It's like a song, with a meaning it holds.

A mere idea of our mystical lives,
Expressed in a way from deep inside
A way which only the heart can see,
A place where the eyes get cold-feet

The earnest truth and the sweetest lies,
It's all the irony that makes poetry so alive.


Details | Free verse | |

Like toy solidiers

We fall down, 
spit,
fight
get ready for battle.
Almost like it's mandatory-
oh but that wouldn't be story.
It'd ruin the plans,
lose all the fans,
take a way that unique quality,
of taking pride, giving hope-
hope that lasts, continually holds respect, faith.
But that's already gone.
Deleted, 
erased,
punctured-
to the point it's hiding, ready to pounce like those raging cheetahs-
ready to snatch,
anything in sight,
there will be no fight,
only blood.
And though you see the fangs overhang the body,
the body that just looks limp,
un-animal.
It reveals a sense of purity, serenity,
and that sick twisted smirk painted onto the freckled body-
runs.
Like a coward before it's enemy-
but there is no enemy-
only species of the same,
lurking patiently.
And that's when the coward comes to life,
afraid of its own kind,
terrified at a look,
judgment,
movement.
It's no longer the same species
now it lies in the grass
scope set on you
3-2-1
sniped.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


Details | Rhyme | |

Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Personification | |

Step by Step

Yiddy awdy those ticks are here to stay.
Here and there but everywhere astray.
 
Tick tack I am going to laugh at that.
On the Moon or on the Sun I have sat.
 
Jump started or kick started my day has begun.
I’m holding a life of lifetimes on the go or run.
 
Yicky yacky just what is it that I am to do?
Run all over the galaxies in search of you?
 
Shucks you mucks, I’d do it all over again.
But from time to time you stop when I begin.
 
It’s a life of life’s bundling into one row.
Yet it is step by step in which it can grow.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | Rhyme royal | |

NATURE'S VOICE1

HOW COOL IS THE EVE’S COLD
HOW TOUCHING IS THE BRIGHT MORNING SUN?
THE RE-ECHOING SOUNDS
OF THE MORNING BIRDS
THE FRAGRANT SMELL OF THE MORNING WOODS
A WONDERFUL DEW OF HARMON
A TELL OF GOD’S MERCY
THE ANIMALS, BIRDS, PETS 
THAT VOICE OUT
THE EXCITMENT OF NATURE’S AWESOME PRESENCE
THE MOMENTUM
EVER ROLLING CHAPTERS OF THE RIVERS AND SEA
THE THUNDEROUS AFFIRMATIONS
THE FACTS THAT NATURE TRUELY HAS A VOICE!


Details | Ballad | |

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Details | Rhyme | |

THE CITY THAT CHARLES DICKENS LOVED

Let's stroll down the London old silent streets,
where the stones of cathedrals never age,
when the orange sun sets on the London Bridge,
and the grotesque, historical Buckingham Palace;
look down: the Thames River gently flows like perfect rhyme,
to revive with its waves' sound someone's lost dreams,
while lampposts await darkness to arrive...
isn't this the city that Charles Dickens loved as deeply as Catherine's face?
Pride of England: the glory of what it was and
still is for all the English that adore their land...
even Shakespeare with his theatrical mind, must have felt great emotion
in contemplating it near dusk to give him an instant surge of inspiration.



London's Dawn-7:40 pm


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Don't Need No Spell Check





Their is some-thing
That which I do hate
A bout writing...
     -----
Was it all that fun to you
For me it was so un-inviting
Even-though I had a spell=check
I some-times think that
       It is lying....
I think that it is too late
Their is so much spelling
I always' make a mistake
      Yet, and still
I just keep on trying
      ------
This is the kind of thing'
That I am tired' of fighting
But, just the same
I will just keep on writing....
      ------
So, now I do this new thang
            It is called
       CREATIVE WRITING....
And I will never go back!
Those fingers' just keep a
                 Typing....
                 GH


Details | Rhyme | |

Rocky Mountain High

There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there

High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges

Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view

For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green

Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load

Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak

Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin

And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight

So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations


Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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-Sunlight, Moonlight, Listen To Your Daughters Calls-

Fogive me Mother, I have not forgotten your grace,
That saved me with your celestial light from the dark,
I still stand ready to walk one day in your place,
Still ready for the training I will need before this path I embark,
The rain still decends and with the worlds tears, it cleanses my soul,
I pray for it to come, chant to you my song, and wonder why it will not fall,
The earth still shares with me, and I learn from all that it knows,
If only dearest Goddess you would listen to my calls,
Dearest mother, after which I am named, do not take from me your gifts,
The war readys near and you have not time enough, to find a new leader for us,
I still walk your path as your namesake, Ma'mam I swear, I have not forgotten this,
Without your guidence I am lost and in distress,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Mother that I bless...

Forgive me my father, I have not forgotten your warmth,
That gave me life, through your brilliant light, 
And saved me from the dead, cold dark,
I still stand ready, as your child warrior of white,
The wind still whispers to me ancient tales,
I pray for the dreams and yet I cannot tell why they wont retain,
The fire still burns bright within the sky, and I follow its ember trails,
Dearest God, without your guidence I will fall in pain,
Oh Father, do not steal your visions from me,
Without them I cannot see, and my Guides and I cannot talk and agree,
We send to thee, oh Father, an offering of sweet petal potpourri,
Do not revoke me for I am one of those chosen three,
Show me forgiveness, oh my dearest Father, and I shall act as your emcee...


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A Reflection

As I sit beside a lake,
I look down for heavens sake. 
A reflection to appear. 
For the ripples of life is nearly here. 

This person staring back at me. 
I do not know. 
Is it me?
Or is it someone else. 

The waters has calmed
And all I hear are the psalms. 
Sung by the angels up above
And I wish I could feel their love. 

This journey we are given. 
To find ourselves and what we believe in. 
Takes no longer than a lifetime
But merely feels like an illusion to me. 

Like a little acorn being planted to be a beautiful tree. 
I will live in this world to make people believe. 
There's always the good and the bad
But what about hope?

Don't we need that too?
Of course we do. 
The balance of nature and life is necessary 
And without it, we are nothing. 

Imagine the whole universe, 
We are only a tiny grain of sand. 
But even the littlest person can make a difference. 
No matter how big or small
Short or tall
We were given a mouth to be spoken with. 

This journey is hard and righteous
But as long as I am courageous,
I will be happy and contagious. 
And the whole world will see me for who I am. 


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Earthquake

~Earthquake~ 
(Swap Quatrain) 


It struck so hard and people died, 
Happened so quick,many are dead. 
The earth shook,took them all off guard. 
And people died,it struck so hard. 

Dredful picture,so much sorrow. 
People crying,suffering shows. 
Some lost it all and thats for sure. 
So much sorrow,dreadful picture. 

They need our aid and our prayers. 
'Cause this pain is more than they bear. 
Tragedy takes toll and they bleed. 
Our prayers and our aid they need. 




Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2010 


January,15,2010 


Author Notes: 

Dedication poem to the people of Haiti.


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight


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Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


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What Time Is It

spring ahead fall back
tick...tock....tick...tock ...  just ticking ...
waiting for Winter 





Gotta Just Love That White Stuff   LOL


Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu


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The Touch of Truth

I met the beauty, an eye to an eye,
seems, like the sea with its spreaded arms claps to meet the shore.
I spoke the words, a truth from the heart,
seems,like the sky with its cotton fields waits for a shower on the earth.
 
I felt the thirst… for the first meet,
seems, like the cold winter night waits,
 ….to meet the warmth of the daylight.
I touched my soul….for the first prayer for my love,
seems, like the calmness from olive branches of the dove.
 
I heard the voice…the voice from her eyes,
seems, like the nature speaks herself of her beauty.
I saw the dream, an angel infront of my eyes,
seems, like the legends meets the history of a life.
 
I fell in love to the ocean of her eyes,
seems, like a mother sacrifice herself for her new born child.
I fell in love to the nature of her mind,
seems, like nation raise their heads’ for the anthem of their land.


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Pateince

Carnelian robes permeate dreamtime landscapes
of parchment and prayer flag.
Smiling faces walk swiftly
through corridors of ancient walls
carved from living mountains,
spinning cylindrical wheels in their wake.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Eagle feathers jounce
as soft moccasins dance heartbeat
on the prairie hair of Mother Earth.
Sacred sisters hold position in jingle dress rhythms
offering prayer pipes to their men,
who burn sweet grass as they fancy dance past.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Hula dancers waft sea breeze
in the heat waves of Pele’s fire.
Warrior lines pace boundary between the worlds,
as molten lands part the waters
and oasis the humble in a paradise
where lei lines encircle life.

Patience of a thousand thousand years,
we wait for peace.

Condor circles as mountains spirits speak
telling stories of forever and ever.
Ancient peoples gather in raindrop mists
to nourish the living land
and feed the collective soul
the medicine of dreams.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years,
we wait for peace.

“Imagine all the people” sound waves and ipods
park bench hosts to afternoon drummers,
as momentum gathers
inner city gardeners and beekeepers
buzzing to the cyber shifts
of “sharing all the world”.

Patience of a thousand, thousand years
we wait for peace.


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TO BE LIKE MALACHI AND ME

Malachi was the last prophet in the Old Testament
he'd asked the people were they aware of the message that God sent
that the blessing of the Lord brings wealth but no trouble is added to it
to give to God as He gives to you in the nature of the Holy Spirit
it's not just about monetary gains it's about being blessed by the Lord
so that one can experience the full totality of one's inheritance in all accord
so what good is it to have great wealth if you in turn have terrible health?
what good is it to have a high paying job yet when it comes to tithing its God you rob?
what good is it to have a fabulous home if you live in it all alone?
the blessing of the Lord is the answer to all life's anxiety
the blessing of the Lord will give you abundant prosperity

God's blessing can open any door and snatch the victory out of the jaws of defeat
God's blessing is given exceedingly and can make your life complete
for to get God's blessing is to gain God's favor
is to do as God desires in terms of your behavior
to follow God's master plan to repent and atone
to live a full and happy life in the spiritual zone
to be uplifted, to be joyful, no longer anxious nor uptight
to turn it all over to God by walking in His truth and light
not to feel defeated, not to feel depleted not to feel torn down
to be like Malachi and me now standing on higher ground

by letting go of one's fear knowing God will be right there
by removing any and all sin that's destroying you from without and within
many think that to worship God is to give up all worldly fun
but when you live in the spirit you will in turn see how it's done
by being a more loving human being following the word of God
to no longer have a rebellious nature within your heart
no longer angry, no longer  stressed
because you know by God you're blessed
eager to release the tithes of God from all that you've earned
knowing that by the Lord God you will be blessed in return

my personal testimony is that for a job to God I did pray
and then God opened a window for me one day
not only did I get the job but the bus that takes me to work
drops me off every Sunday morning right in front of my church
to be like Malachi and me living a life of blessed prosperity
now standing under that open window where the blessing of the Lord overflows
being showered with the goodness and grace from the God I worship and know
so if you want to be like Malachi and me
give to God as He gives to you for all eternity


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What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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THE LINE

Like and Love
Dislike and Hate
Good and Great
White and Bright
Sleep and Death
Bad and Evil
Sin and Iniquity
Religious and Righteous

Between these primes
There is a Line
Once crossed
You become Bossed
By the very nature
That becomes your culture


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Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.


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Moon

Might I ask about what the moon means to you?
It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite.
Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky?
It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living.

So does the moon fill the air with hope?
The moon itself is hope for people.
Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching?
It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life.

Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth,
And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth.

So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night
With romance in the air that is so bright
We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk
And with such passion we would talk
The moon gives us our pull on each others heart
With a dinner that we take part
The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love
The moon is always there to shine right above
In time we think we are blinded by the moon 
But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon
It gives out a warmth in the darkness
We probably do not think of it less
Because the moon is our memories of our past 
It shows it everyday and night and always last

April 13, 2013


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After the Harvest

For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, 
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.   

Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, 
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction. 

Are you even real? 
If so, very little time is spent on the marvelous experience that is joy. 

Pure and free of the adultery which is an office and a cage.  

The highways connected like the arteries of some foul beast, 
Circulating through the body with the opioids of ignorance and indifference. 

How is it that you would like to pronounce my name, 
Would you make a gentle song out of it and lull to me sleep? 

Or spit at my face with anger and disgust? 

I have yet to know the ailments and disease of a life full of unhappiness, 
For I have not lived one. 

To yearn for your touch in the waking slumber of the schoolyard is to daydream, 
But not of my distant hopes and visions of accomplishment. 

But of truth, brought forth through the neutrality of time.  

It is the waiting game, which I cannot live through, 
A wasteland filled with the death of youth and innocence. 

Their ghosts, specters that drain from you all the creativity and imagination 
Of a child, to alter you into the grotesque twisted form of a worker ant. 

Subduing the hearts desires with binds 
Made of paychecks and the disillusionment of having importance.  

But you are no fake, nor cheap reenactment of some unholy war.   

You pulse and vibrate with the magnificence of laughter. 

Your tears shred through my dissected emotions. 

Freeing me, no, all of us from the confines of having just one feeling. 

Broadening our mental scopes, 
How can I feel hate and love at once? 

We were taught that they were polar opposites, not of the same lineage. 

And so I say to you 
With the unflinching eyes of man decapitated on the stump of an oak. 

That I hate, love, fear, admire, and envy you. 

Following your cycle of death and rebirth. 
 


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Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


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The Winter Breeze

The cool winter breeze blowing across me,
the sweet little bird flying in the sky free.

Everything so cool and calm around
all happiness lost,seems again to be found,

in the nature of life with the cool winters
and always hope for good with crossed fingers

Such a season,physically changing the mind,
cooling off every anger,whatever that I find.

Along with the breeze the winter brings in
the warmth of happiness,and a lovely dream

The dream of a girl,smiling at me
everything looks beautiful ,just as is she.

Walking along with her ,I'm always at ease
she holds my hand and we walk in the winter breeze.


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Your Free

O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly
Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar
I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh

Feathers of sweet purity
Claws and beaks of razor edging
I watch a far your maturity

Encircling heavenly domain
Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends
This essence simply can drive to o insane

Illuminated as her morning dawn
Escape my feathered friend
Oh let me capture what I've drawn


Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky
O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high









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Teardrops From Bitter Clouds

5/21/11-5/22/11

They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see

I soar off like a distant train
swaying…staying
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface

Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide
clueless…undefined

Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
lushing…gushing…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time

I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds 
will be our shrouds 
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins

Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
Snuggle
In my arms 


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Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


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Worker Bee Sees a Hare

To drone,
I have in a world
filled with prospered humanity.
Like a worker bee I
ready the honey in which
my society cares for;
I have grown tired of the strains
born upon my
labor;
although the smells I love,
it is never enough.
And the satisfaction returned is
forgotten, for fire
always triumphs the solace
that defeats the situation.
The hares that cower and stare
at this worker bee in his
working state;
a car with one route,
for two teenagers who wish for a
denoument.


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I'm all around!

Take yourself now to His beautiful scape. Our vast green earth is His human drape. This ‘backdrop’ if you will, in this play called life, with His props that are free, they’re all within sight. Look around – and then take a seat. Lift your palms upward, cross your legs and your feet. Indian style will ready you, for what you are about to do. Now look again at your props at hand, a tree, or a brook, a bird or a man. Let your spirit be still and listen now. He’ll begin to direct you. You’ll soon see how. Quiet your mind and let Him in. This consultative measure begins from within. Breathe now child, you’ll hear Him say. Take me with you throughout your day. Breathe once more and open your mind. Be gentle today, and loving and kind. I send you My love through all that you see. When you look around please think of Me. No matter where or how far your day leads, Come back to this place when you feel the need. Your stage has been set, go out for My cause. Give your love to others and feel my applause. I gave you this life for a purpose you know. To love and share, and continue to grow. Walk with Me in the today’s and tomorrow’s. My arms are yours in times of sorrow. Remember I’m here, while awake or asleep. I will wipe away tears, kiss your face as you weep. My direction for you is to go out and be, all of the things that remind you of Me! Soon night will come, let the curtains just fall. Take a breath and then stretch, and hear My call. It’s time my child to get tucked into bed. Relax and rest your weary head. Breathe again, you’re safe and sound. Remember this morning? I’m all around!
Michelle D. ©August 8, 2010


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Black Love

  
                 Black LOVE

             My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while 
 they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
 followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she 
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson


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Tears of My Heart

if poop could be named anything what would you name it?  id name it bob and id make him sit on a log in a bog and say get out of here you hog that looks like fog from a bog thats near a log with bob sitting on it who attacked the wacking wackers with all his heart and shattered, he fell to the floor.  dont name your poop bob because then youll have tears in your heart.


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Believe and Forgive

Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little, 
And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah, 
ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone, 
don't hold any grudge against someone, 
forgive them and surrender completely to Allah
And believe in His graceful light.


Don't fall apart,
When light fades away
Look deep in your heart,
Allah will aid your way

Nothing feels wrong,
While nature sings song
Days go along,
Until we're gone

Don't deceive,
Just learn to heed
Do believe,
And you will forgive.


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Her Jodhpur oneirisms (Jodhpur is a city of Rajasthan, India)

(Jodhpur is a beautiful, cultural, historical city in Rajasthan, India. This poem is all
about Jodhpur from her mouth as she told).


Left behind her beamish days of time of life, her days of girlhood…
Left behind her mother’s warmth and faced against frailties,
She left behind her father’s ires and raced against entelechies.
She brought with her those memories,
At once she wailed and bemused she smiled
She brought with her those glosses, palled in her eyes. 
Left behind her rainbow and lived in blues
She smiles in low, her eliding Jodhpuri days.

Felled by griefs when thought of those kites at mackerel sky
Her heart yelled mutely at the Marwar soothed musical bliss fly.
There she drew by the Nagaur Turban and adorned faunae
Ceased by arts of jugglers, puppeteers and spread her wings with the winter newbie. 
Revived with these memories she framed her ethnic hospitality
Multihued costumes and the aura of the folk dances attired by the society. 
The copious finesse graced by palatable cuisine
Kachori, mirchibada and panchkuta are edible by.

Her blue eyes sobbed by her memories of palship 
A walkover by the Balasammand lake
One will pass by the bird of Juno by the lush greenery.
The Sunset splashed with spectacular colours,
She enjoyed those days passing by the blue hills and envying canvas.
Retraced by the red sandstone and columnar, spire temples
She sketched her agone days with those prayers
Devoted towards the Shrine, deities and heroes of decades forgone. 

Her heart thumped by her memories of gossips
Becharmed by the Forts and palaces,
The bygone era still reminds the battles fought
Witnesses still stand still by the chronicle held upon. 
Lost by these memories colorful
She vivified in her vignettes
She brought up herself with the city
And she slept by the daydream known as Sun City.


Dated: 16/01/2010
Note: This poem is dedicated to my Jr. Miss Rajni 


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Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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Life-Haiku

Twists and turns are life
Happy or sad, you decide
It shall stay that way


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D O R I S ~ The Beauty of POETRY ~

Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of  POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy

All can see the Glory of LOVE
In the Dreams : She Pens on Paper
Beautiful Thoughts, from Her Mind
For POETS, Family, and Friends, 
Songs of LOVE for Wayne and Caleb
Mother Sara, Brother Tom :
Smiling Mother Nature :
Waiting with Father Time

Southern Belle : Doris Culverhouse
Emulates, Beauty in her Words :
See the LOVE of POETRY :
Growing in each Line ; each Stanza
The Beauty of a LAUREATE
Grasps  the HEART, Eternally
Her POETRY is LOVE
Her LOVE is BEAUTIFUL

Inspired by A Comment from Doris On my POEM  “ Banns “
Written For Catie Lindsey Contest “ Focus on Syllables ” 
 
Dedicated To My “Southern Belle” ~  “ Doris Culverhouse “


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The Sacred Path's

Follow me to the metaphysical plains where spirits graze, 
we'll get lost in the darkest parts of the forest for days, 
following any direction that nature sways, 
ocular perceptions in a Kaleidoscopic maze, 
ascending infinitely in a spiritual phase, 
psychedelically extracting thoughts the mind never portrays, 
nostalgia quickly decays, 
there was never a place for us among society anyways.


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A World Finished

Snakes flying all over in the air 
And all creatures living without care
Wild animals swimming in the water 
Grouped or ungrouped does not matter
Strange to see all this happening 
No worry and none frightening 
The scorpions chose to suck the blood 
A sort of senseless, baffling method   
But then a cloud full of earthworms landed on earth
Wherever possible the creatures giving birth  
And the walking prawns on the land 
Don’t care for being with the sand 
Bothered only to get into the cloud 
And eating the worms, feeling proud 
Bats flying in random
No one feeling boredom 
Snakes and bats colliding with each other in air 
All that happens, for they don’t scare    
So much populated and dense the world turned out to be 
Some people living like animals by hanging on the tree  
That nothing seems to be in control 
Living without responsibility and role 
All living things, blatant by the heart 
They all concerned only to play their part
Never felt that they are hurting others 
Pulling hair and snatching feathers
As nobody feeling the pain 
Nothing to lose and gain 
Some people dying on the spot 
Never bothered and care about  
But many more of them giving birth wherever they like 
And the population without shame is always on the rise  
Nothing bothered the people 
No matter if they are not capable
Dragons, crocodiles, beasts all around 
In the waters and on the land they are found 
And no chance to construct a house and live in 
They all concerned only about eating and drinking in  
If anything comes their way they will do it 
But not education they prefer for the solution 
As there is no importance given to education 
One should realize that if there is no education 
Then for all the problems there will be no solution 

 


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Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






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Water Spirit

Her spirit is water
I let it soak in
Her words permeate
My soul starts to sing

Where has she come from
With softness and power
Creating new life
Rivers and showers

The banks can't hold her
She'll go where she goes
A creature of beauty
Magical as she flows


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Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





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Strings

back and forth,
running with a string
i dance, back and forth
flowing like a ribbon
the wings of a butterfly,
flapping endlessly
the songs that i sing
mimmick the life 
beneath my skin
reveal the truth that's missing
try, to see my eyes
move, to see my pride
i am the endless flow
that lives alongside every moment
whether it's here or not
in every hidden escape
beyond the skies
that the insane have created
to arrange this line of seperation
this line of time
to decipher what is dead and what is alive
pulling me, i resist
i rise, slowly into the sun
resisting this motion
my senses inexistent
my aura, surrounding within
with wings like a dove,
soaring between clouds of coffins
picturing memories
that once existed somewhere
once before
back and forth,
stumbling,
i am being guided on a string
to soon collide
in a cosmic explosion
sweet memento mori
surrounding my frames
in flames,
these strings exist too
they are a part of me
a part of you
what have we got in common
is it the color of the string
or who is higher in the wind
who we can not see
what we do not believe
a point of certainty
resting between sanity and insanity
that the world has not yet reached


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EYE Don't See -Part 1-

My eyes
Pour forth feelings
That I’ve felt in the past
They make my heart ache…
Take it all away…
Oh my God…
They’re making me sink in dismay

When will they break away?
When will they give me a break?

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye don’t see
A happy ending in this scene 

My eyes
Journeys into the unknown
Who knows what will happen…
They’re like hidden treasure…
They’re buried far below…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near? 

Oh my God…
They’re driving me insane
When will they see my reflection?
When will they heal the infection?

Eye don’t feel
Raindrops of hope and relief 
All I feel…is grief…
Eye sense no peace…

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Does He hear
My supplications?
Does He sense 
My fear?

My eyes
Conceals the tears that dare to spew out
I feel trapped and lost without a doubt…
They erase my delight…
They seek my hurt…
Oh my God…
They’re casting me away into the perilous sea

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace throw out my fear?

Eye don’t see
A ship in sight…to save me from my demise
My lifeless body...
Drifts away in the wild ocean...
Without a sound...
Without emotion...

Eye don’t see
A rope to hold on to…
My hope for peace
Has drowned…


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 
goodbye.

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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When You Repent Sincerely

His will forgives
Stabs of a knife
Life still in strife


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……


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Restore the Walls of Jericho

Blasphemy…cloud over their hearts of gold
Their value gradually diminishes…their weapons turn to mold
Serenity…deserted them and neglected them like orphans 
Their joy rapidly wears out…they mislaid their abundant portions

They yearn,
“RESTORE the walls of Jericho!”

Anguish…shadows over their dwelling, sacred place 
Their weaknesses manipulate them – they’re the definition of disgrace
Danger…defeats them and tarnished them as if they were worthless
Their prosperity shattered straightaway! REBUILD our merriness!

They plead and pray,
“Dona nobis pacem…”  

Hear our hesitation and supplication…we’re beneath the bricks and remains
We’re buried alive literally! We’re becoming one with the ground
Fear and despair erases our soothing dreams…we’re getting washed away in the drains
We’re searching for shelter…we’re getting hunted down – we’re barely surviving 

They churn…
They coil…
They drift away…
They spoil…
In their miseries…
Does He hear their pleas?

“SAVE ME!”
“Bestow blessings upon us!”
Are you ignoring us deliberately?
 “Give us a helping hand
And lead us to the promise land!”

Misfortune unravels in this city of bafflement
Their strengths repaired our souls…we’re the definition of bravery! 
Desolation and disbelief demolishes the walls of Jericho…
Does anyone sense their resentment?
Their charity transformed to greed suddenly – 
Their lack of optimism and gratitude  
Buried them down in captivity
 

How can you bear their poverty? 
How can He save them from destruction and pity?

They whisper on His Holy Hill,
“Dona…Nobis…Pacem…” 

Don’t let the battle overthrow ’em!


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Can You Picture This

blue water rushing 
down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous 
themes for computers



Tribute To
Waterfalls


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Rhythm Of The Falls Contest
GL All


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where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


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about the ashes

Mnemosyne's colour wheel glitches through August,
on that candid orange the dogs howled into
during our autumn countdown.
When we still had a countdown.
When we still had August. 

I remember the moonlight traveling westward 
and seeing your face lined with silver.
I remember Artemis taking an emergency exit and landing,
landing in the closest pool of warmth. You, you, you.
And I remember dreaming. I remember testing 
what the world was like outside of you.

The singed leaves remind me how to breathe
on this street, the same way you used to.
I am learning about the ashes.
Sometimes we must burn the atlas
before charting ourselves from scratch.
Sometimes love must die, first.

In heaven's attic, even angels lose their meaning.
Returning only, when someone remembers:
the attic is still a part of home.
When touching means dust on your fingers.
When suddenly, you are intruding.


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EYE Don't See -Part 2-

My eyes
Refuse to see tragedy
My eyes
Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy 

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s sagging…from endless mourning  
And I’m close to my demise… 
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just let me be
Leave me alone…hand me a gun

I yearn for unspoiled glory
To make me feel perfect once more
I yearn for flawless serenity
To make me feel no regret…don’t ignore
My calls…don’t hang up on me

You don’t see 
What damage you’ve done
Just hear my plea
Listen to my excruciating cries…
Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies  
Our journey has just begun   

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me weeping?
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…
When will peace draw near?

Eye can’t handle the stress
Let me release my horrendous distress
Eye can see you making that same mistake
At least MY life isn’t at stake

And I’m left in my solitude…
My eye’s weeping…do You feel my lament
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement
I’m aching with discontent… I abhor this torment    
When will peace scrub off my fear?

I can’t believe my eyes
Your guiltiness flows into me…
I can’t believe I fell for your lies
Your heartless action rape my mind…you don’t see
What my EYES see…

You’ll never see 
How much pressure you put me under
Unchain me from this chamber
And watch me flee…

When will you be set free?


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The All Of It All

I wanna be the dog,
I don't bark I just bite,
I am the sin of delight,
I am the loser that fights.

I wanna be the bird,
flying over the dead,
dropping crap like raindrops
pouring down on your head.

I wanna be the bee,
the bee that stings,
I am the smallest of parts,
I am the whole of all things.

I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird,
I wanna be the bird.

I wanna be the dirt,
the filth of the earth,
the leaves of grass,
let me know what I'm worth.

I wanna be the stench,
of the rotting flesh,
I am annointed, I'm chosen,
I shall bless and possess.

I wanna be the rule,
you would die to abide,
I am the the dark, the impulse,
the places you hide.

I wanna be the present,
that lives in the past,
I am living to learn,
I am living to fast.

 I wanna be.


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When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me


When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us


I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near


I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,


Us Three...



Written by://©Betty Bolden

11-15-05

All Poems are copyright!


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We Search For Direction

In the beginning of plight,
We venture off and take action
Beyond the mysteries of the day and night
We search diligently for safety and direction 

The aftermath of our flight
Brought us good luck and success
If we look forward...we'll eventually find light
We must get out of this cave...
Or we'll be stomped on by distress

You're our journey's end
Where is the escape route?
Beyond the present anguish, our spirits will ascend
With God's help, we'll find a way out...
No doubt


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~La' Luna De' Morte'~

~La' Luna De' Morte'~


As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss

Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee

Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve

Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...

...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!


~AZAZA~'09


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Rain, The Story

in the midst of a lush meadow
there stands an impressive sight
a slip of a girl on a giant white horse
poised on the verge of flight

poetic in their beauty
they begin to move
and they appear as one
from head to back to hoove

you can see the giant beast
respond to invisible cues
as he begins to accelerate
to a place just out of view

you begin to sense the urgency
as the pair picks up speed
and you watch the desperation
as she pushes the giant steed

faster, just a lil faster
and it will be all right
all the sorrow of reality
is lost in the midst of flight

just a little harder
we're almost at the end
and the beast gives her everything
on him she can depend

the vision on that meadow
is enough to make a soul ache
watching a free spirit
and her horse make their escape

gradually they slow
his coat glistening in the sun
she leans in and hugs him
and thanks him for the run

looking into his deep brown eyes
she whispers her gratitude
stroking his white mane
they begin to walk on cue

slowly they walk the meadow
as desperation evaporates
leaving bewitched bystanders
in awe at the look upon her face

the frantic pace lost
by the run upon her beast
sorrow left in their dust
upon his back she finds her peace

they stop again and she strokes him
with all her aching heart
and knows he's her freedom
protecting her from the start

he nuzzles her soft cheek
as if he understands
and wants her to know
he's home beneath those hands

swiftly as she mounts him
agile and with grace
they begin to walk the meadow 
looks of peace upon their faces

as they reach the meadows edge
they begin to fade from sight
the girl on her magnificent white steed
disappearing in the night

written by: Lori Thomson
contest: Rain, The Story


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Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly…fly..fly…with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay


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Springtime Dawn

Early I came alive this spring morning,
Shorter was last night, I realize 
Gone were those hours of darkness
It’s time for the novice to arise

Looked on the nature with panoramic view
Spread was the greenery around,
In the palms of picturesque mist 
The season of spring could be found

Rambled alone along the street,
 Vacant was the boulevard
The silence of human kind,
Invoked in me a fanatical bard

Impaled by a ray of sun,
The universe was set to brighten
And in the universe of me,
Was set the soul to lighten



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a dark mind -by mah friend joe

a black void,
merly a gate way into the mind,
a realm shrouded in mystery,
an elementalist stands on guard focusing on one point,
the shadow of a single stone slab,
the beutiful amithist glowing radiently,
is it a thought,
is it his soul,
no... it is his pure essence as he gives in his etire mind and metality
as he opens his eyes and sees the world around him 
war violence,
it is all pointless to him for he see's not a wall but an opening
a mere stepping stone,
his steps away leaving his dark thoughts behind
a single peice of amithist forms in the dirt
-joe


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The Few And The Proud {Epiphany}

the few and the proud - epiphany

watching you encircle shaven crest
wings extended and filled with zest
top notched speed nothing but best
just you and me as your visiting guest

fields of wheat and golden grains
loaded up in cargo planes and trains
lord please don't let me go insane
for capturing essance for which I gained

escalating to new found heights
feather friend remains still in sight
I will forever pray for him to be alright
as I watch him soar in sheer delight

captures and raptures are now few
so go ahead and wisper morning coos
for I'll be saluting an long over do
to the one flying in colored hues

rose petals strewn amidst the air
where once an eagle was dared
to me I think it is just unfair
theres no other that can be compared

so my feathered friend I ask you this
I hope you didn't mind that I did not miss
your pareless flight that did exsist
above fruited grains and a mountains bliss


Tribute To The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's
THE CONTEST OF NEW TERRAINS


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Somewhere in Africa

(Tribute to the movie “Out of Africa”)

I gave my heart to Africa…
There, on a farm,
In those vast green plains,
With coffee perfume in 
The crispy air…
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the gazelle dance
In the sweaty breeze,
Grazing and jumping and kicking
Right into the lions’ claws…
I lived in the very soul of Africa…
Where the giraffes reach 
High above the stars
And the moon lay
Carelessly on her back,
Watching over the savannah. 
I had a farm in Africa…
Where the jungle would
Sing its song for the 
Prudent bush-hunters.
Where buffalo and wildebeests
 Cross the blue
Into the waters, giving themselves
To the ancient crocks…
I left my heart in Africa…
And now she sings a song of me,
The air shivers with the colors 
That I had on,
And children play in the fields,
Looked over by the eagles
That once soared for me…


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


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How I Long For--

My dreams are falling apart
In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!"
You are the stars - searing my 
Soul is kneeling to the ground
Trace my future and take wing
Towards the pathway...You find peace
You are an angel in my--

Heart is bleeding soundlessly
Above land...I mourn so sweet
I am the clouds - carrying a 
Gallon of grief...release me!
Place me in fields of love and
Forgive me and lift me up
You are the heavens to my--

Heart is beating profoundly
Without Your heart's joyous song
You are the sun - nourishing 
My lambs are grazing around,
Roving in fields of splendor,
Enlightening the darkness
You are an apple to my--

Eye is grieving...losing sight
Of Your glory...I feel lost
You are the lake - sparkling with
Delight and Luck! Bring us home!
Grow like a morning glory
In the autumn time, You thrive
You are valuable to my--

Eye is twinkling...praying for 
Insight...yearning for Your sight
You are the hills - guiding my
Mind is longing for your mirth--
Restoring peace to my verse,
Sprouting forth grace and freedom
You are the train tracks, bearing--

My train of thought...making my
Steel spirit connect with Yours
You are the valley - between
The mountains guarding us all,
Building strength to fragile bones,
Welcoming a stream of hope
You are my map - lending me

YOUR helping hand I would take
Now, I could take Your challenge
You are like a maze filled with
Mysteries conceal the truth;
I fight with all of my might
And I BEG for Your mercy
To mend my once blissful dreams!

How I long for Your mercy...


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HEAVEN IS MY GAIN

Mary fought until her last day
gazing at the stars of the bay,
" I will soon die, but deep pain 
I won't feel...Heaven is my gain! "


And muttering those courageous words,
her pale face pierced by hazel eyes held off
her tears not to make me profoundly sad,
but my caresses warmer than sunshine
consoled her by not making her afraid...
all she saw was a brother praying by her side!   


Mary sang many songs and smiled feeling only joy,
not seeing her bold head and missing breast
and despite her suffering, she kept abreast...
wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. 
 

That October evening Mary died without a breath of air,
and with semi open eyes turned to a pink sky...
seeing a sun redder than scarlet;
she stepped into the realm of death
to join mother and sister already there...
why wasn't a cure found? She didn't have to die!
 

Written by Andrew Crisci
The most powerful note:
" Wanting to be another survivor and tell her story. "


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Cherry Blossom Princess

The princess Cherry Blossom In her tower high Never feeling anything Till her prince arrived He whispers the words Sakura Bloom!


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Have You Met Your End

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
Forever...
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind 
But I see it in my mind’s eye

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…
Greedy…shady…

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite 

I'm not scared (of your absence)... 
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)

In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart

From His light

Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend? 

Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands

To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" 
But, first: get your duties done

And then...we can welcome the sun 
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run

WITH ME! *smile* 


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LIKE AN ANGEL

LIKE AN ANGEL …………………angels…they really do exist…….. 






Looking into your eyes, 
I could see your undying love, 
Your wonderful smile brimming me up in joy, 
I just want to know, what makes you come back, 
To fill my soul with life and joy, 
You make me wonder of my soulless existence. 



Like an angel, you cast your spell upon me, 
Leaving me caught up in my memories. 
Your faith in me makes me to carry on 
To transcend over the horizon, 


You placed your hand upon my empty soul, 
You brought me back to life, 
Making my dreams real, 
Looking towards the sky, I could see your fragnant smile 

Like an angel, you rid me of my perils, 
You caress my soul as if I were your own, 
Dressed in white, you shine your light upon me, 
Helping me to wake from my soulless dream 


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Midnight

The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!


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media

This is today's news:
A sinkhole swallowed a man whole
as the earth yawned

in the ancient land
of monsoons and man-of-wars
after the waters

ceased. One was portrayed as 
man suddenly gone, captured
live for us to see.


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Lost and Found -unedited version-

Writing a masterpiece
Takes so much effort and thought
My mind’s settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace
Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught
 
Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again
Peace barely meets my body
Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan
Faith passed away – it’s buried too far below the debris
 
Have I lost the race?
 
Writing a successful book…writing in general
Takes so much confidence and self-control
My mind is stacked up with debt…
Words splinter my tongue – I can’t repair my tarnished soul
 
Danger is placed in many corners
Happiness is a few blocks away from me
Fearlessness dives into me
Acceptance of who I am – God’s chosen one
 
Have I won the race?
Have I found His grace?


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Where Red Waters Gather

I live in a state shaped by glaciers long ago
In the middle of the heat, we want it to snow
The breadwinner of many homes is what we grow
Here comes another winter, around forty below
Watch out for black ice roads wherever you go
Summer is six months away, yep, don't ya know
Melting snow makes for one big old muddy hole
Changing seasons so often, a backcountry expo
Minnesota fearing Green Bay Packers on a roll
Wilderness found up north, catch it on a pole
Mississippi flowing to its west into the soul
Universities preparing us, system educational
Wisconsinites moving forward on our loam soil
Architectonics with Frank, ingenuity and toil
Hydroelectrical powered first on the Fox flow
Conservationists residing, protecting fallows
Sesquicentennials of livestock, corn in silos
Characteristically unique, breadbasket tempos


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In My Head

So  in my head I've made a land,
Where far as you can see,
Is beauty, bliss, and truest wonder,
Overcomes our dreams.

And in this land I swear to you,
Its light is such a splendor,
A place for only you and me,
For both our hearts so tendor.

The aura mists around our souls,
are frosty yet it's warm,
And I know that when we're together,
we'll conquer all storms.

The water ripples, branches tickle,
The sky is dim yet brigt,
And though we make so much desicions,
I know we'll do what's right.

I promise to you Jacob,
I'll always be your girl,
I also promise to you dear,
We'll be safe in our world.


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Soul of a saint ~ Life of a new beginning

she walked quietly back to her sanctuary

wings aflutter 

a dream in her heart

she longed to fulfill her mission

a quest to bring a saddened soul to the glory of the eternal light

in dedication she spent long nights in prayer

she came to me in the sparkling light of that October morning

she said I was one of the chosen

she talked of miracles......  

she spoke of trials......

she taught me of  love ,  faith and of hope

a vessel sent to me so that I may live again 

a gift of the holy ghost

a promise delivered 

with a tear I ask that I may receive......

beautiful angel of mine

you have a "soul of a saint"

you bring me a "life of a new beginning"

I fall to my knees in prayer

a song of eternity accompanies.....

pure white visions surround,

a deep love fulfilled.................


amen 





_______
Contest









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Shores of Malta

Rhythmic swaying of peaceful waves
Tides align with the influential moon,
Lapping gently on wave-beaten shores
Of frothy seaweed and golden limestone.
Dazzling, too-blue-to-believe waters
Mirrored in the bright afternoon,
Eroded shores ancient with history
Keeping its secrets of thousands of mysteries.
Within honeyed walls that echo through time
Are whispers of old that try to be heard by modern age man,
Who is so out of tune and his instincts low,
Not keyed to the earth.
Age-worn battles of power abide
Never realising that they’re against the tide,
For the Earth surely in its finest hour, will win its opponent in war,
And seal them in through Earth’s activity.
A very good and fitting cemetery.


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Like an oyster

             Like an oyster


Left now only
with a belt of pearls
I peel and palm each lustering orb
whilst whispering your names
reverently,
till the call of dawn  

and this….
after invading your , sometimes,
sacred spaces ,
oh !
so brusquely

but then again…..
you ,
naturally,
like an oyster,
haloed and held
my rough intrusion
deep inside your quivering fibres and folds…..
churning and turning
the irritation into a tear-like pearl,
or was it rather,
after the ache ,
a pearl-like tear?


And now…….
with the night
gelling around me a bounteous black pearl
I think of you
and your loose-limbed movements,
dearly,
and it eases like love,
loneliness away .



Truly…… 
you must be infused
by the same enveloping force ,
that now 
majestically orients 
this silver orb,
this pocked pearl…..
in my zenith .                                                   


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A Will

The birds fly free up in the sky.
Why oh why can it not be me?
Why can’t I just soar and be.
Why can’t I fly above so high?
 
My spirit guides me as I sigh.
My soul wills me to be free.
Where is this highest decree?
This is why I hear doves cry.
 
I open a seal,
Carry a smile.
All is so real.
I last a mile.
 
Inside of me there is a will.
This is why I can’t sit still.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers


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soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


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Lone Feather

A circular path
Among the wood tells a tale
Of a lone feather

As plain as the day,
But new as another morn.
You were visited...

As the eyes of God
Flew about in search of you
To show Himself strong,

They lit in the road.
Transformed into day angels,
They fluttered away.

A feather was found
By a friend to let you know
His Spirit was there.

Dedicated to a Native American Friend


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Sacrifice

The wind it blew with rage Its ferocity knew no end Uprooting trees and throwing them about Causing even the strongest ones to bend Yet in the midst of catastrophe A tiny seedling stood Shielded by a rock nearby That provided it a sheltering hood The rock it did its utmost best To keep the youngling free from hurt It stood this way for a few months While the seedling grew in height and girth Now along with the plant grew a wild weed Which looked fairly beautiful But underneath the false façade Lay thorns that were meant to kill It took the support of the youngling And twined around it as it grew Slowly but steadily it was killing the plant Yet so cleverly that no other plant knew But then there was one who was watching The rock it knew what to do It prayed to the heavens and the earth To help split itself into two And so the clouds sent bolts of lightning Which struck the lowly rock The earth it shook and quaked that night And centered its fury on that spot When at last the painful deed was done The rock mustered up all its strength And with tears of sand and smaller stones It heaved and shook till one half of it fell And that half fell upon the evil weed Pulling it away from the young plant As it watched the weed release the youngling The rock smiled and breathed its last With one half it had crushed the weed And kept the youngling from being killed While the other half remained standing Still shielding the plant from the wind


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A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


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Ethnic Goa and Unique Goa

As I opened the door
And stepped inside the divine floor
A gentle zephyr bore upon my core
The tranquil ambience aroused me wishes galore
And I felt I’ve completed my journey to God’s manor.
 
There is the aureole addressing the path,
the path to the house of worship,
even in the dark it is a sign of luminescence
Shinning against all irreverance.
 
God made heaven and earth and all the angels
and all the extra important angels, called Archangels.
The Archangels were God’s very special friends
and were shinning and strong and powerful
They adhered God's message 
To human races.
 
From the essence of humanity
I feel mankind is comprehensive
They are gifted with a communal harmony
And from the essence of spiritual luminance
Divinity is never classified
And the idol we worship is in the core of mankind.
 
Today when I see the unity within
I feel to be a part of them
They don’t have any caste as such
Neither have they belonged to any religions
Christians, Hindus and Muslims
Together they are Goans.
 
Thence I hold my breath
Along the serene western sky
To the sandy coastal line
There to blend with the ocean rage
And legless gamy sight.
 
Live shells, fresh air and sunrise at the horizon,
a lazy day and a walk to remember.
I gave up everything 
just to feel am the only admirer
 
Along the coast I rove alone,
and I see am being followed,
but not by humans
but by the species I never acquainted before
 
Seeking for your morning lust,
I call upon a peaceful realm,
I decided to hold your hand,
and thence I committed to feel the warmth.
 
Before I leave,
let us rock on the sandy beach,
let us blend with the folk culture
and together we will grab the trance music and dance,
the moments we will collect may bring us back to here.


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I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


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Great is the Day

Great is the day when a song you hear.
It makes your spirit soar through wind.
Great is the day when your time begins.
It makes you wake up and hoot a cheer.
 
Great is the day when it is a new year.
It makes you back to where you been.
Great is the day to manage a few grins.
It will put you into another hemisphere.
 
Great is the day just to be,
A part of a world that sings!
Great is the day just to see,
A wondrous mix of things!
 
Great is the day,
Is all I can say!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


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Law

How have I loved    your laws and decrees
and your Sun       in the dawn of the morning
the orders that govern       the universe
and their rulings       the cosmos adorning
 
So finely tuned      a precise instrument
it's crafting       can no journeyman match
construction supreme      no man has surpassed
nor it's equal       can he ever attach
 
You have hidden       their rules and movements
that a man could spend           a lifetime to seek
but the years we're given       have been shorted
and our will            to regulation is weak
 
Its decrees            are woven like fabric
on each writ      does another rely
their sequence                 framed like a template 
against its power       can no man defy
 
Its display               of symmetry  exacting
it's direction          none living can change
through its pursuit          our knowledge deepens
but it's only simile              can we arrange
 
Like flocks             are the stars conducted
as their shepherds            your laws do act 
like the canon of statues             their placement
their governing             by decrees you enact
 
No man                can act as its counselor
or rearrange           its charge and command
for all that's demonstrated            in nature
for all are subject           to what law demands
 
By their study            we learn how to measure
like a child           the paths of all law
to investigate              all time and reasons
of its operation           we can all stand in awe
 
source Psalm 19
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Droplet's

                             Droplets

                        Im soaking wet from all
                       thoughts running in head.

                        Starts like tear droplets
                and builds from there 'till I got a
           water fall at my door or it runneth over
                    me, Oh poorest me.

                Water you say love cometh my
        way, Need someone to help taketh the
                        droplets away.

                Help my mind to send to the
          heavens above oh but not the tears for
          fear of not having thoughts of you.
                              
                          Cheryl McCall 2008


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The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | I do not know? | |

Port of Call

Port of Call


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,
swoons,

and dips.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.


Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.


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HEART OF AN SMALL ANT

                                                heart of an small ant 
                                            if really loves whole world
                                                 we have to know it

                                                  small living insect
                                              voice is not read by any
                                              language need to know


Details | Free verse | |

The Great Black Hole Cycle

The kiss of the black hole
Clandestine
Purposely unknown
The galaxy it's home

Tear apart my heart
It's just a start
Feed off my remains
The ultimate creation
Giving life
Thy kingdom comes
To be undone
Hallowed Be thy name

For your the greatest power
Our small minds may conceive
It only takes a glance
At your utter magnitude
For the doubters to believe

The vengeance of the lord
Is displayed in your cycle
I wish I could be great like you
An inmovable idol

Teardrops tear away from me
And drop down to the ground
Immiscible feelings swirling
As they dare not make a sound

This is the silent killer
That lies in the end of all emotion
Spewing out unwanted light
Without another notion
This is your nature
To destroy order by your hand
Spewing out of severed chaos
That begats new foreign lands
As if you were the creator
Perhaps he resides inside
The black holes might
Drinks in the light
And reincarnates it beyond the shadows




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Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no harm...you are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten


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Success Parables

The goods thing about “hardship” is the thirst for “Success”

Success is an unending process it begins even at the peak of another persons success

Be like the blue sky: where greatness and Success has no limit.

The things you say about the success of others is the judgment you get from others or what you perceive as success

Life and hope are corresponding Issues to the nature of success

Wisdom is maturity  and maturity makes the mind, be wise to become successful

Hardship in life, is the Beginning of a Successful Journey in History

You Succeed when you have acquired,  and you have acquired when you have succeeded.

Do not subterfuge to succeed but be submissive to succeed.
   


Roseline olajide


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Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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I found a friend me

I found a friend in me where I can shut down and disappear 

Where I go some where and hide,talk out all my fears I hold 
inside   

When nobody understands me but myself I believe that they 
will never

But like I said the frist time I found a friend in me someone 
I can cry around and speak out loud 

Always be myself around love the person I'm now and never 
question the person I was years ago I found a friend in me

Without taking any risk it will pull me there anything I have 
to face and never disappear when the heat gets higher 
to100degress

I found a friend in me I love the woman I grown to be


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Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


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Glory

This is the story of a beautiful horse named Glory Freckled and spotted She stood but a twig Lost in a forest Of abandonment Tires and barbwire Surround her by day And at night she suffers The coyotes cries, not far away Left with no food Or water to drink She stands by a tree And hopes for relief Halter grown in And hooves overgrown Not a grain in that belly And left all alone Withering quick She stands by her tree And hopes a kind soul Will help her to see There is life still No matter how grim Things seem from beneath This horrid, old tree This halfhearted twig Awaits her relief As the days pass her by And she writhes with grief Her name is Glory All freckled with spots Like a giant Dalmatian Trapped in this spot At the end of her lead She was finally freed Not a day too soon She'll now find relief Halfhearted no longer And happy at last Whom once was a twig Knows Glory at last Halfhearted no longer And free from that mess Glory has found relief At Horse Creek Ranch* *Horse Creek Ranch is, to the best of my knowledge, a fictional name.


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broremann the farmhand

Broremann, the farmer worker. 

Every morning at five thirty sharp, my brother Broremann 
had to milk five cows by hand bring bucket full of goodness
to the scullery where maid sifted it and in a churn it went.
He had to start milking Rose first, she was the mother cow
other cows wouldn´t give milk unless he started with her.
After milking Broremann had to clean the barn five cows 
make a lot of dung; he pushed it down in a hole in the wall
it was later used to fertilize the land. My brother was proud 
of his ability to milk and his hands were, firm yet gentle. 
There was a problem though Rose didn´t yield as much milk
as before as she was getting elderly and the farmer sold her
to the knacker’s yard. It was a sad day and the other cows 
mooed woefully. The farmer bought a new cow to take Rosa´s
place, but Broremann couldn´t milk her first, as she was new-
comer, so he started with Gerda, now the oldest cow, and milk 
the new one last, thus rural peace continued in the cow shed.  


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Seasons

Autumns here, not to cold
Roses are still blooming
Looking around I see lots to do
Dead heading,weeding and pruning

Bulbs ive bought for next year
To pop their heads up here and there
And the sweet pea seed pods
Are drying in the air

It's time to tidy up our plot
With lots of digging too
Weeds to pull, beds to hoe
Lots of things will have to go

You know you have to be a little brave
If that roseyou want to save
But you will learn that over time
You have to be cruel
Just to be kind

The flower beds need a tidy
Take all the dead stuff off the top
Veg plotsbeing well dug over
Waiting for next years crop

Pruning back wayward branches
Collecting  seeds, next year to sow
Burning up the collected debre
Long gone are the neat vegies in straight rows

The lawn will soon need it's final cut
All the birds have flown their nests
Must take down the nesting boxes
To clean and get rid of pests

September now with harvest moon
Time will fly and very soon
Christmas will be here
I hear you cry
And then its over 
In the blink of an eye

And then ........
Springs around the corner
 With wondrous thing to see
Bulbs popping up above the ground
Giving joy to you and me

And when all the hard works done
You can sit back and be pleased
Wind, frost, rain and sun
You've grown all that you need

The seasons cycle will start again
And it will be time
Seed catalogueat the ready
More varieties to find

Seeds to sow , hpoe they'll grow
The lawn will soon need it's 1st mow 
The summer months to enjoy 
But really it's just a ploy

It all starts again 
For another year 
For harvest festival 
Is here again for another year


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Sunshine By WLM November 25, 2008

Outside the sun is grand
In which I love to stand
Soaking up all the rays
Hope it stays this way for days

The breeze is cool
Like a shining Jewel 
The noise is so quiet
You wish you could buy it 

How heavenly I feel
It tis the real deal
The beauty abounds
As I walk around

The planes fly high
In the deep blue sky
Marking their time
Just follow the line

The tall trees that show
Will continue to grow
And are the trees we love to see
Glory Be!  We will jump up with Glee!


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To Soar Like An Eagle {Choka}

the mighty eagle
                                                            encircles the great divide
                                                               searching for lost mate

                                                                wind beneath his wings
                                                         escalating to new found heights
                                                                 reaching milestones

                                                                    beyond horizon's
                                                        capped mountain magesty peaks
                                                                 bestow marked freedom





Tribute To The
Mighty Eagle
May You Soar Free My Friend


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A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


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The Ornament

For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
 
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
 
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
 
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence 
 
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
 
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
 
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
 
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
 
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


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Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


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The Danger Zone

leopard's danger
floods forest fires and from -
humans that hunt them







Tribute To
Spotted Leopards


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Sacrifice

You have lifted me up from the worlds degradation
filled my soul with your Sons elation
In your Son my spirit found it's life
nothing here can compare to treasures of wife

In love he has healed mind and heart
his compassion has filled our every part
Oh God bowed low fallen do I kneel
that the lowly and unworthy do you seal

As lambs who walk among the wolves
follow the shepherd and seek his truths
and beside still waters does he lead
only those to whom his words do take heed

Into the tabernacle do we flee
for in your Son is our sanctuary 
examples of Truth we give our lives
to partake the Truth must brake from lies

Like the earth with flood waters were inundated
that the influence of demons be dissipated
the Truth of God falls in the latter rain
knowledge that the earth will be cleansed again

Downward you have sent the hearts of men
so that they may see the beast within
in fallen state to see oneself
compared to the character of Gods wealth

In your garden there was perfection
the firstfruits taste of it's selection
hand chosen by you to be as your Son
anointed and with your sealing done

Your Word oh God has become their bread
and their wine of joy where Jesus led
they loved not their lives unto death
for you Oh Lord giver of life and breath

Many are called but few are chosen
as their faith is scorched choked or frozen
only the seed that lands in good soil
will know your Spirit Life's burning oil

Through the temple curtain have they passed
to the alter with sacrifices that ever last
life and body are pledged to you
and your words and works they do

If you do not listen you cannot hear
or tell when the voice of God is near
through the written Word and Sons voice
through them has God given mankind choice

Who has the gifts of heaven known
those to whom Jesus has shown
though made lower than the angels be
are raised much higher in eternity

Oh Shepherd of God direct our course
for life upon your path lays no remorse
those you know their way have sealed
they have laid down their lives for Truth revealed

sources Matt. 10:37-39 16:25-26 John 10:11-16
I Peter 2:25 Ro.12:1-2 Apocalypse 12.11

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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My Countless Wishes -Part 2-

I wish
To demolish my sorrow…
I wish
To forget the despair and gleefully grow…
To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow…
My downfalls and my failures…
I wish
To disappear
I wish
I had no fear…
For God’s near…
I wish
I could be a cheetah in the grassland
I wish
To store all of my energy for an evening run…I’d never give up in the process
I wish
My whole spirit could simply sponge in God’s nature and make great progress
And I truly wish
I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God 
I wish
I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships…

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my weakest point…
My countless wishes
Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run…

I wish I could forgive 
My daily regrets and breakdowns
I wish I could forget
My despondency – embracing my frowns 

I wish
To live a life without error
Without a care
I wish
To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions
And scare away 
The darkness that tries to make me give up
I wish
I had more time to overcome…
These waves of emotions

My countless wishes
Brings me down to my disheartened state…
My countless wishes
Are like walls from every direction closing in on me…
But it’s a convenient tool in the future…

I wish
I could be live in someone else’s shoes…
But what good would it do?
Would it lead me to the narrow pathway?
Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? 
Would it push away the blues?
Could He give me any clues?


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Flying High

<                                            my deepest passion
                                              outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion  

                                              encircling his domain 
                                              tride and true he remains  

                                              sno-capped peaks
                                              for mate he seeks

                                              call of the wild
                                              imatate like a child

                                              fields of green
                                              crystal streams

                                              beyond horizon
                                              sun's new arising

                                              take me back home
                                              to where the eagle roams

                                              for the capture of ones flight
                                              is purity for ones watchful eye's sight

                                              so come join me on this excursion
                                              inspiration you'll be splurging

                                              I thank you my feather friend
                                              be safe until we meet once again

                                              for you hold your own glory
                                              as it's told in this tales story



Entry For Amy Green's Contest
My Deepest Passion
G.L. All

                                              
                                                                                    


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You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


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Glowing Magnificence

In it's floating presence One gains hope
Through it's gorgeous glow One finds the beauty
Finding the hope to push on and See
Gaining the vision...that All is Not Lost
Floating in the it's sea of Dark
Speckled with the Lights that were Seen once
Glows the beauty of that which must BE Seen
Never Wavering
Always Moving
Shining Evermore
To bathe thee in rich Silver


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Water Rune

Water rune feed off the breast of the moon like a baby, new until by adolescence another ruined Aqua Deity Poseidon cast forth thy trident bellowing waves of violence sink towering ships, in silence How to tame a beast of rage first you must just turn the page a cold shoulder best these days soon to enter the new ice age Water rune welcoming bad news vicarious Aquarius the Water bearer enters hysteria takes his crown the common era is all but dead now Religion and science meet with a big bang God falls to his kneeundaunting wounded, but not yet deceased he makes a deal with the Devil for their synthesis why close your eyes if you don't wish to hear it? Forgot of Pisces like a vague evading memory of the childhood your hurricane came to clean life away, in ruin I stay, nothing wise left to say I'll just ride your wave to my grave, of icy water. Hallowing along to aloneness caught up in a priceless moment sea levels run rampant the rising tide rising high towards the sky rolling back down sound like thunder strike into oblivion, and drag me under lifeless, unconscious, abundantly undaunting holding onto that which might not be whole again ever, like Pangea for even the mightiest army surrenders without their leader


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A song to the Night

(Triolet)
~Tribute to “Hymn to the Night” By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow~ 


He heard sounds of sorrow and delight.
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 
Felt her presence compelled the light. 
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Spelt  at her feet old'n rhymes so bright. 
And layer'd stars pieced her celestial walls.
He heard sounds of sorrow and delight. 
Swept from marble vestments of halls. 


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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Dances of the Wind

A sprinkling of symphony lingers my ears
As though seducing me to move on its rhythm.

It had a distinct taste; which intoxicated my mind
It had a distinct scent; which intoxicated my spirit.

A aroma of ecstasy spread in my body
For I was amidst the mysterious nature.

I had joined it in the ‘Dances of the Wind’

My lips had only one chant to repeat
My body had only one position to hold.

For I had joined the exotic nature in reverences.

The Time has beheld its count and Wind the flow.
The Sun has beheld its light and Moon the Glitter
The Life has beheld its genesis and Death the havoc.

All the elements seems to pause for the moment.
All the work seems to pause for repose.
For it was the Time, all join together to summon the Almighty.

....................................................

Written way back in 1998, just as i was being introduced to new perception of life, 
linking the spiritual self with the physical self.

This was also the time when i was hooked to Newage Music by Vangelis, yanni, and 
few other contemporaries, some times inspiring me to compose poetry on their 
compositions.

Some what modern sufistic touch and feel to whole poem.
.....................................................
.musafirs


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The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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The Night of Unleavened Bread

Matzos slip into their mouths
Voices project merrily...tonight is
The night of Unleavened Bread

Lamb and other delicious
Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds 
What a splendid night it is!

Wine's brewin' in our wine cups
The dinner table - creates pleasant talk 
During this meaningful night

There's moments of quietude 
When it comes to de-leavening our lives
But, there's moments of gladness

On this night of peacefulness
Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor 
During this night of pure bliss


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purest of white lace

purest of white lace

a messenger arrives, true.............

jubilation reigns


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Perfect

Even the Weakest ray of sunshine
Is begging to be shown
Known

Refusing to hide
Just wants to shine

Remaining patient
Gleaming, parting the clouds
Illuminance

Waiting for the moment 
To be Perfect, as it will be 

When it is time





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Eternal

bold beauty cradles
heaven's glowing light ~
an eternal life


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The Woods

The Woods
11-29-08
By
William L. Moore
For
William McCracken Milroy

In the woods the trees so tall
Mourning birds begin to call
Waiting for the break of day
Scattering seed where it may lay

From the little wooden basket
Which resembles a tiny casket
As far as it may be seen
The willowy grass so green

The leafy branches may break or bend
But in the time it takes to mend
Grow roots so straight and  true
Forever catching all the dew

So straight, so true, so strong
At which they do belong
Keeps us all on our toes
So we should always know

The trees so full of Dove
Cooing of their love
Always will return to dust
This great earth belongs to us

After the end
We will begin again

Uncle Bill
This was written
When I thought
Of the Farm west of 
Okmulgee, Oklahoma


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Can't Touch This

butterflies despair
wounded and abraded - yet
forges right ahead




Tribute To
Butterflies
Gods Messengers


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Triple Distatich-GODFEARING GRANDPA

Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria...
and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed,
tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire,
which too often he bore throughout his dire...
and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge
by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge.



That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs,
was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes 
and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; 
and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful?
Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms,
nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be
very disastrous and fatal when its banks  filled to capacity
when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope...
as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon.
Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy.


Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples
on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, 
to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power;
and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave,
but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth.
" I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell,
dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered...
I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears,
the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!"
He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.  


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Eden Return

Hysterical laughter in eternity
still crying out at the hypocrisy
of life lived under the thumbs
of the oppressing ones.
Freedom they said they would give us
If we asked the king to forgive us.
and if we agree to pay tribute
they would stop the rape and loot
we didn't even know
which ones were in control
at any point in time
the fully sublime
shiftings of power
by the day and the hour
locked in the ivory tower
and away from the peasant earth digger
they had much bigger
things to accomplish, than just a pleasant life.
And all the strife they laid upon us all
was part of the fall
from dignity.
It's a pity.
Then came the mines and the factories
warriors needed to keep the keys
to the city gates in the right hands
none of us really understands
the workings of the minds that need
so badly to succeed
that life has no meaning or worth.
Even less for planet earth.
And she's dying
and no one is trying
to revive her.
Now they want to survive her
and credit card shackles still hold the debtors prison
third world vision
is incomplete
no one can compete
in world markets controlled by the elite
we are the billion feet
of the crawling beast.
and at least
we could know why we chose it.
Just suppose it
could change.
Seems strange.
But if the feet stop running the treadmill of fear
and we all held dear
what was important, sacred, the sane
would we stop acid rain?
What if our lawns became gardens all
could we reverse Edens fall?
What if our children could eat and play
from natures sweet bounty every day?
Would cancer disappear if we stopped the spray?
and left no more poison where children play?
What if we made our own industries
in each of our communities?
What if we made windmills and power the sun
we may have just begun
a revolution
that holds a solution
for our planets peace.
I release my rage at the beastly machine
that holds destruction, Pull myself from in between
the cogs of the wheel of the corporate dream
and paint a new picture in the sky.
Of streets and towns and city planning true
ways and solutions that work for me and you
and the earth's evolution could take another turn
where we do not burn
in the hell of nuclear wastelands
It will take many hands
to undo the self fulfilling prophesies of armageddon
Get on board, this train is moving. get on
with it. We all fit in the grand plan,
the saving grace of man.


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Tomorrow

These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....


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Works

Like wine which efferveses within the glass
is your own love to me
it fills my heart and bubbles up
rising when you I see
 
Its movements effect whats hidden within
to be seen in what I do
know this my love its welling up
its focus is on you
 
When you are given a gift so grand
what with it would be
upon its presence within your life
its will effecting thee
 
It's hard to tell if it's mine or yours
or what its work does move
I only know not to let it go
until its work does prove
 
Can't be so minor if it stirs my thoughts
but let its movements be
its works are placed within my heart
to love you eternally
 
Matthew 22:37-39 NIV
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.’ This is the first and
greatest commandment. And the second is
like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

my ditty for the day


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R3asons 4 <3ing Blu3

Blue is the color of the sky
The color of the ocean
There isn't a single reason why
You wouldn't love blue

Just look at the rivers and lakes
They're just so peaceful
And the hills,mountains and plains
Are simply a work of art

The ink I'm writing this in is blue
And just look at the saying
Blue, blue God love you
You can't argue with that

It represents peace and serenity
It's calming and strong
And it holds nature's true beauty
It's just deep and stable

It symbolizes trust and loyalty
Wisdom and confidence
Intelligence and royalty
Best of all it's gender neutral

This is just a mere hint or a clue
Scientifically proven facts
These are my reasons for loving blue
(Bear in mind I kept the list short)


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The Sierra Nevada

Would one want to attempt to claim
The land atop these mountains?
Or just enjoy the view from afar
And play in the lakes and fountains?

Although some would agree
That is not worth the time and patience
But who are they to decide one’s fate?
They are not your masters or agents

Climb that treacherous mountain chain
And never look back down the cliffs
For all that will become of that
Are the repeating ‘Buts’ and ‘Ifs’

If you begin to lose your hope
Do not let go of the dream
Use your heart to guide your strength
The climb is not as unfeasible as it seems

Once you reach that highest peak
Look back at the world and smile
For the mountain you have claimed as yours
Could be wanting you to stay forever in a while


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When The Fall Fell Down..

do you remember 

when we were so young 
when the fall fell down 
and the spring had sprung 
when the winter came 
and made us so cold 
when the summer flame 
found us playing and saying 
I hope we never grow old..


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Beauty Surrounds

Beauty Surrounds
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 27, 2011


See the wonders of the world
As they pass to us unfurled
Such an amazing light
Sun shining so bright
Flying on the wing
Hear the birds sing
The grass so green
Such a sight has you ever seen
The lilies in bloom
Orange hue in their flume
I see stars in my head
Of the roses so deeply red
The crate myrtles so pink 
They cause me to blink
Birds sitting in the trees
Catching the cool summer breeze
Dogs continually play
Let them stay and have their way
The fluffy clouds so high
Up, up high in the sky
The trees they sway
In the wind they play
The magnolia blooms
The beautiful pearly white flumes
The scent so pungent
So sweet to the smell
The bees they separate
Jump from flower to flower to pollinate
God’s wonderful earth
Created for our birth
We shall begin again
From now until the end



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Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Winds of Change

Like the winds gone by
The feelings come and go
One time strong and powerful
Able to move through most encounters
Other times small and insignificant
Power stripped from time and lack of flow
Always left feeling lost and yearning
Yearning for the time when things were stronger
Strong enough...to Prevail...


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Eight

the beatitudes dwell amongst the meek
I am the number of justice and fullness
if I am divided I am still equal 
strong and pure I have proven longevity 
I am poor in spirit, so that I might gain
divided twice I am still strength an cannot be changed
I am pure
I am merciful
I am of the infinite
and I rest within persecution 
I am Eight


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Riddle

The Truth is the Gift of Gods Word
for it's understanding the habitation has stirred
softly upon spirit we listen to it's call
comprehension to it's voice like a seed is small

Can you understand the wise man's riddle
apprehend interpretation the narratives trail
from beginning to end surround the middle
without understanding it's Truth you may fail

Upon the Truth are your heavens fixed
the hearing upon earth with lies are mixed
to many have reached a state of complacency
the cares of this life has choked ability

You lead upon paths unknown
a flight those having wings have flown
I tell you upon the rise of each day
that you must lead and show us the way

Oh Shepherd like a lamb you guide me
for I am lost to the flock without thee
My Lord and my God you have called us out
faith in you but confidence in self do doubt

With every gesture you affirm the way
yet evermore before me do my sins lay
I look around upon those I do see
whose lives are worth much more than me

The seventh day Jehovah has blessed
where mankind will enter into his rest
abundance of joy will fill the earth
as Gods Kingdom has given birth

The fruit of her labor is worldwide
she will wipe the tears her children have cried
Gods woman has brought forth Life
she will train the children remove their strife

You are God from the womb of my mother
have preserved me from violence of brother
your handmaiden as captive I serve
given more than anyone here deserve

I listen to the music of your call
understand I grace given since fall
for to live is Christ and to die gain
and within the hand of your Love remain

Forsake me not when I reach that hour
frail woman in mankind has not power
give me courage so I don't therein cower
for I have beheld the future from your tower

Oh my gentle Lord your path holds no discord
our seas turned to glass when we do as asked
neath your wisdom do kneel as truth you reveal
all thinking given you and insight given true

Hold me close and in your arms
for hear I do the trumpets alarms
you have signified my death
for those you love I give my breath

Hold my hand on the path you take
for I am weak and easily brake
a thing that is soft and frail
for those you love like Lord impale

Now I know the path to you
by example your loved showed true
willing I am to give you my life
like anointed Son did for wife

source JOHN 3:16 Romans 12:1-2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


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Damn That River

The sunset on the rio, long wish I could fight forever, strong wish I could might, everyone then I open wide, swallow the sun Now my rio is running fast current holds me under that forever lasts it is okay though, for I've grown gills adaptation through my elder will To that sunset on the rio, grand I'll take you there if you take my hand we'll take a trip if you make a plan open up the gateway to a far off land Evil ways that woman owned I felt the warning in every bone now I sit here, all alone for I've condemned her, from my home And the damage there, for all to see I wear it proudly, on my sleeve seems I survived what others couldn't guess I'm bragging though I know I shouldn't I know you can't stand the sight of me that feeling once came so naturally repetition in what your asking me are you blessed by the powers, that be?


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MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


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Aint staying gold

I like my steak rare With lots of pepper because well is not so well when dry.

 I run in the rain so I don't have feel my sweat on my body. 

It's true I wake up before the sun rises, I beat him every time.

 I'm already filled with sand, so ill be one less the sandman has to work on. 
I'm already at my highest peak before the stats appear. 

I'm already down hill before the pile of shit. Im still at the top of the mountain waiting for that one chick to stop singing and get over this hill.

 At the End of the day I like to end with my coffee and smoke the same way- black and mild.


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Winter

Winter Is Here Now To Stay 
The Wind Is Strong The Birds Are
Away Winter Is Nice Amazing And 
Cold Winter Is What Makes Me Feel
Right At Home Winter Is What I Need
And what I Got I Love My Winter
Its All That I want Is This Loving
Beautiful Winter Snow Covered ground
It Lets Me Know That Its Winter All
Over Again.


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Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




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Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL


Details | Cinqku | |

I'm Looking For Something {Cinqku}

eagles
encircle
snow-capped mountains
in search of other
eagles




Tribute To 
The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For 
Brian Strand's 
A Rondel Contest


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Quality

I do not know                     the ways of Life
from birth been shown      violence and strife
a mothers embrace      was I rarely shown
childhood affection      have I not known

At age of three      from family outcast
neglect and hazards      uncertainty my past
from even those      who attempted to care
I was prevented      from being their share

Been a difficult road      since I was a child
to comprehend nature      that's tender and mild
the one who with joy      greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders      in every way

Been a slave      to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation      is an everyday tool
looking for punishment      and never for peace
from your mistakes      are never released

What surprises most      in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth      like a leather belt
the book is addressed      to you and your brother
decisions for life      made by you not another

I place before you this day      life and death
unceasing wonders      or that which takes your breath
but you are the only      one who can choose
to love your brother      the ways of death lose

From men expect      duplications of past
where religions are formed      his desires unmask
if you use men as       your standard of measure
only one man      had its fullness of treasure

There is only one standard      only one true
the fullness of Love      you must learn to do
I am the you      addressed in the book
I am the one      for its meanings must look

I must apply      its sayings to me
set the example      in everyway be
those who needed his comfort      for whom he cared
demonstrated a love      no others had dared

Mankind as a book          one he only could read
see his intentions    and what was his need
knew how to lift them     water the seed
to develop his justice         eliminate greed

It's difficult for man      to learn how to wait
takes time to learn love       get rid of hate
even in this      my frustrations well known
I want it all instantly       the lessons unshown

I know it's me      you're trying to teach
I know it's me      you're trying to reach
I'm difficult stubborn         from men shut my ears
from cruel reverberations         one everyday hears

It  takes time to digest     where thoughts run deep
to assimilate its message      its directions keep
apply every learning      with consummate skill
where all of its quality      our hearts do fill

So again I do share     a small reflection
considerations of Life       to good its subjection
one hopes the aim      for the target to mark
can be no achievement      without standards to hark 

COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


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His promised portrait

A thousand jewels tumble from sunlit Heavens,
betwixt them a Creator's canvassed covenant.
Gentle revelation, another miracle of life - witnessed. 


Details | Haiku | |

Quit Being Hard On Yourself

deep in the forest
even natures own fury
can be hard on self



Tribute To Nature


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Engagement

Our glory is in the favor of the God of Hosts
and into his anointed King do make our boasts
by his Love descends the latter rain
evidence that soon be he among us again

As the tares mature in the fields of wheat
we know that soon the harvest will complete
and thrust he will the sickle into the fields
collect the ripened fruit with her yields

For his servants do speak the proclamations
that Jesus will descend and rule the nations
and those he knows will collect to himself
for in their hearts treasured only Gods wealth

Tis but a remnant left upon your earth
who trust your Word of the Kingdoms birth
Gods woman has been faithful and true
because she knows her place is with you

She carries out her husbands Word
teaches the household of God things she's heard
understanding and wisdom of heart has gained
turned not left or right but on path remained

These Words are faithful and true
for Father by his Son does by Love renew
mankind searches the earth looking for treasure
but only the Love from God can bring true pleasure

The contractions of birth have begun
the Kingdom produced will be her Son
only those who have the Father known
will be permitted to enter before the Fathers throne

For in submission have given their life
the engagement of virgins who become his wife
cultivate the fields that God does plant
her work is manifest and Word extant

There can only one True Church be
who have trimmed their lamps for eternity
like living stones her foundations built
Jesus has cleansed his bride removed her guilt

With tenderness has shown her his Love
to guide her footsteps before Father above
with purity of heart and without guile
her robes are cleansed from things that defile

She has not hidden her husbands light
and with his guidance teaches wrong from right
her Love of God shines brightly through night
to keep his Trust Faith and Hope does fight

Amen says the Bride and Spirit come quickly My Lord
for the Words of God and Truth have we adored
into your sanctuary and church have fled
away from the World whose living is dead

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Throne Room

The voice of Love is gentle seeks your heart to mend
screaming and abusive speech to shield from defend
kindness you have robed in the heart of your Son
whose disciples are collecting all loved old and young

Grant he will the prayers of those seeking peace
those pursuing righteousness and from tyranny release
freedom from what causes harm to walk in Liberty
to find your joy and happiness to vision given see

God has made the promise in which he cannot lie
the hope of everlasting Life in Jesus never die
Love is as strong as Death a seal set on your heart
when you truly know his Love never from it depart

How pleasant it receives you with joy and delight
like the most beloved when standing in his sight
made like the savour so like honey sweet
a song with it's enchantment no other voice can meet

It cannot be compared to anything but God
for he is its source its living waters laud
the fairest of the fair where desire is complete
this is the throne of God on heart it must take seat

The elixir in the goblet intoxication of sweet wine
how the taste and smell and touch majesty divine
unspoiled and unpolluted its embrace is clean
never will mistreat you be violent or mean

To dare to look upon it and in its depths be found
water it does all life and gives fertile ground
without it there's no Light to life where in darkness set
those who follow hatred live in Death forget

Awake awake oh sleeper lift your eyes on High
Love is the only thing we're assured can never die
It holds the universe together exists for all Time
like God we hold its passing memory deeply in our mind

Fall I do in worship beneath its gaze I bow
that into his presence by Son he does allow
to let us stand before him and take us in embrace
when we become like him we will know his face

sources Song of Solomon 8:6-7 Galatians 5:14-25
1Cor 13:12 1John 3:1-6 Titus 1:2

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Rulership

God has set before you Jesus the son of man
given him his power the only one who can
Jesus walked on water and legions overthrew
healed every illness did as was sent to do
 
Few have little comprehension of his gifts to men
how they are empowered when Jesus lives within
to be the Sons of God have his Light shine through
understand his Words and it's energy imbue
 
God has given treasures the inheritance of Son
that they become like master God's Beloved One
they are under tutors until they understand
the meaning of his rulership and in it's service stand
 
The Sovereigns of the nations do their leadership abuse
are corrupt in practice and righteous judgment do refuse
the takers of bribes and justice do pervert
on the path to the top care not who they hurt
 
Solomon gave his heart to know folly and wisdom
every Son of God will into this knowledge come
for God will in his kingdom have only those who serve
as only those who walk in Love treat others as deserve
 
The working of the Secret since garden was foretold
that a government by God determined in days of old
God has chosen the weak and those the world despised
that they should bare his image to Jesus rank will rise
 
All governments and nations in adversary's hand do stand
to our Lord did offer them for act of worship did demand
Jesus refused the offer , devotion to his Father True
prophetic Word of God this world already overthrew
 
Arise oh sleepers do open eyes and rise
throw down the World and sever all your ties
understand what is written the King is drawing near
war is coming to the World collect he will whats dear
 
Jesus has built his Father's temple with many gem and stone
descend it will from heaven within his throne will home
God is collecting from man his priests and Kings
they will govern from his temple dispense his holy things
 
The nations to the temple for instruction will come
with the adversary gone Light can shine on everyone
you must choose your side before God's war ensues
for your Father wants you happy and never Love refuse
 
sources 1Chron. 28:6-10 Jeremiah 31:3-14 Matt 20:25-28
1Cor 3:9-17 13:12 2Cor 6:14-18 1John 3:1-6
2Tim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Death of the Crocodile Hunter

He was in large life a force of nature
  And in barbed death a martyr to the cause:
Leaping madly on some croc or gator
  Wrestling its mighty ancient tail and jaws!
A call to action lest all not conserve
  That which is threatened and forever lost:
To champion, protect, cherish, and preserve,
  And to end the animal holocaust!
There is in Beerwah a place I avouch 
  Where The Hunter rests, and grew as a child,
And returned a sick joey to its pouch
  And learned to love the demon crocodile.
If ever I see a ghost in khaki
I shall muse of one man and think..."Crikey!"


                 ----------------

Dedicated to Steve Irwin

Beerwah is where he lived in Queensland, Australia.
A Joey is a baby kangaroo.


October 2006


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The Moon

Fiery-red, milky-white, and burnt orange, am I
Circular-fools, neurotic halves, wise courters and sickle-slices shape me
Liquid-masses bow down to me
Extinguishing my counterpart, and transforming light into night
Visibility befalls me as I absorb the Sustainer-Of-All’s kisses
Ultimate-compass-of-guiding-light, am I
Obtainer-of-measures and recorder-of-essence am I 
Chaos enlivens all awe-struck viewers while in my foolish-state
Shadows piece together my possession 
A maternal-nurturer for, a fertility-bearer, and an enabler-of-harvest to all, am I 
Sharer am I, with the Daughters-Of-Firmament’s-Darkness 


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Dog Ownership

  Dog owndership is not for me nor is the
dog walking buisness even if someone was
to pay me a fee or buy me a car and
throw in a house that's free of mice

  Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often
 even and lag way behind especially if their person
wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while
assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not
true

   Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim
 but training a dog is a stressful challenge although 
 it's great to have  one's dog in the car at Taco Bell
 and there's nobody else with whom to share

    It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to
   have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway
  as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before
  it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just
  isn't for me.


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Chapel of the Sea

 “Served and protected by Natures blessings”

Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud.
No sermons delivered, though honored so loud.
Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple.
Singing sweet hymns instead of people,
They serve another congregation you see.
Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea.
Other creatures from below swim around.
Securing charisma of belief abound.
Heaven shines down upon chapel in light.
Beacon from lighthouse shines within night,
Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony,
Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey.
Untouched by human subversion in decades,
Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades.


written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~ 
Contest Name The Church By The Ocean 

Date written
09/30/2011


Details | Rhyme | |

Crimes Past

To whit to be caught between two brothers
and become the sport of many others
She kept her heart from loving true
but not from the damage passing through
 
Oh twice spent the beauties coin
did deliberate vengence to purloin
thought knowingly did enter door
in spite she cast them to the floor
 
Though twas for couple it's own collusion
the device and trap it's own illusion
the crimes waylaid doth carry to the grave
to curse ones soul as fearful and not brave
 
Twas the story carried in her mind
her face to others she wished were blind
and with ones sight to look upon her heart
to know in violence was her start
 
She thought those sins would ever last
or to shake the paths of her past
in her fears her heart down cast
she did not know to forgiveness ask
 
Unable to differentiate between love and need
or if womans desire was only greed
If man looks upon her with his smile
is he looking for love or just another trial
 
She asks those questions to this day
must there be violence to graveyard pay
for many men have forced their way
in their behavior did have no say
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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STORY OF THE GODS

His bride comes like the gallant sun
In the blue-white chariot of the cloud
As the dancing moon awaits her
In the company of the choiring stars
See! Day and night claps in warm embrace
While nature stands in ovation


There in Pharaoh’s portico at the arid savannah
In the city of pyramid’s pride
The bride meets her groom
Wait! Zeus stands in admiration of this awesome beauty
Jupiter caught in ecstasy untold
As Venus and Cupid made passes in loud whisper
Now! The prince of Egypt bonds with civilization
An ancient union posterity would always befriend.

WHAT OTHER TITLE WOULD YOU RATHER GIVE TO IT?


Details | Haiku | |

Let's Get Buzzed

billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges



Tribute To The Sea


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Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows



Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All



Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams


Details | Rhyme | |

Mother Earth

Mother Earth why do you so often cry,
Is it because every day one of your children dies?
Mother Earth why does your wind blow so wildly,
Is it because your children have forgotten how to act mildly?
Mother Earth why do the things you grow continue,
When your children do nothing but ravage you?
Mother Earth why do your rivers continue to wend,
Is it because your children always want to know what is around the next bend?
Mother Earth why are your children so mean,
Is it too late for us to be redeemed?
Mother Earth do you still love the sun,
When so many of your children have left with things undone?
Mother Earth will you always love your children so much,
I know you hunger for their touch.
Mother Earth how do you ever sleep,
When upon you dangerous things do creep?
Mother Earth do you still love your sister the moon,
Will I, your child, lie within you soon?
Mother Earth how can your children ever forget you are always around,
Is that why your tears fall down?
Mother Earth thank you for the blessings you give to me each day,
Thank you for a place for my head to lay.
Mother Earth thank you for my children,
Who have cleansed my soul from within.
Hopefully all of your children will realize just what you do,
And once again start caring for you.
So when the sun rises on a glorious new day,
I will protect you and my children in every way.


Details | I do not know? | |

Change the world

Now is not the time to cower, rise forth my brothers and fight the powers.
Do not wait for their change in fate.
This world is ours to shape, redirect, and recreate.
Lets join the game, and fight too change, the mechanical response of the human name .
Redirect your loving face..and join the race..to save this place
Are you willing to do what's needed, to change this world?


Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


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Kashmir

Here lies...                                                           
the heaven                                                                
on earth,     
                                                           
whose beauty                                                         
exotic, admires                                                                                   
its worth      
                                                             
where wind                                                                                    
blows with a                                                                                   
mild agility, 
                                                                         
compassionate                                                                                         
to feel your                                                                                   
inner beauty                                                              
endowed with                                                            
distinct favors                                                               
...so lavish,  
                                                                                 
forever I                                                                                             
lie on your                                                               
knees, I wish


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Baal

How oh Jehovah can they not know
the Woman Harlot of Mystery
to dine with Baal and teachings follow
has been exposed with her history
 
The teachings of pagans do endorse
promulgation of falsehood without remorse
consider not their celebrations source
entice others to follow their course
 
The incantation of the winged ones spoken
and soothsayers their fortunes do tell
In rites of passage the truth be broken
to absolve your sins priest craft bespell
 
They use ceremony in feigned ritual
they revile God and shake their chains
and demon poisoned is their victual
what is left is death in human remains
 
They claim with God to fellowship
necromancy and sorcery upon their lip
but what is taught does make man slip
conjuration by demons do augurs equip
 
The readers of omens and seers arts
Babylon the Great Harlot of Mystery
designed to destroy any purity in hearts
blood soaked debauchery is your history
 
Off key they sing a song of deception
to cloud mankind in his perception
artful device with the lies conception
contaminated minds with asps infection
 
To breath his air is foul beyond belief
Jesus who leads the way must you show
must partake the bread of life to get relief
so that the true God you may know
 
Favor is for those who truly seek your face
walk away from shadow into your light
contemn praise from man look only to your grace
desire clarity and vision within true sight
 
To seek your paths do I delight
into the day and splendor of the dawn
to the Laws of Love Jesus taught the right
it is a privilege to sing your song
 
sources Deuteronomy 18:9-12
IIChronicles 33:1-7
Romans 1:20-32 Apocalypse 9:1
chapters 17 and 18 Micah 5:12 Acts 8:9
Acts 16:16 Danial 2:27
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


Details | Haiku | |

Dew Drop Inn

single red roses
unfurling their petals wide -
at the dew drop inn






Tribute To The
    {Rose}


Details | I do not know? | |

Knowledge

I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den’s hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall


Details | Epic | |

Horizon

Horizon is just over the hill
One step forward, two back
Am I lost? Standing still?
C’mon climb, pick up the slack

It has to be close
No longer color blind
Come rain, sleet, or snow
Fear is left behind

Did you know I hear you?
Childsplay in my daydreams
I know who you are
Feeling your soul no matter what it seems

I regret not giving you my best
That’s the least you deserve
Let’s put our love to the test
You’re just past the next curve

 
Let my love comfort you
Picture me when you sleep
Trying to conquer this mountain to prove
Determination runs deep

Helping hands fall insincere
C’mon get up, can’t give up
Wipe the dirt and tears
Love doesn’t give me a choice to stop

I can’t reach you, I can’t
You’re fading further
My miles don’t make a dent
Strength starts to wither

Please god help me live
Striving for my goal
All my strength is what I have to give
I’m searching for my soul

The world gave up on me
It pushes you further away
But my will it now sees
I need you here to stay

I’ll keep fighting
Looking for the horizon
Please keep me strong
So I make it to you, my babies,
my angels, my girls,
and my son.

03/29/08
-A.B.


Details | Elegy | |

September in Portugal

Portugal in September. 

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again, 
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting 
an old friend, one who was rumored to have died, in a country 
I will not see again. Evergreens, carob and olive trees lost in 
the mist of time, forever alone in the transience of seasons. 
I also see glimpses of the sea it doesn’t interest me, not today 
anyway, but I do notice it is deep blue and has white sails on. 
On my scooter I drive across a narrow bridge they have been 
working on so it can take heavy lorries, a road is being built 
somewhere out of sight.  Wish I were a painter, fair clouds on 
azure sky, could be smoke signals sent by an Indian tribe yet 
to be discovered, I see the past and future at the same time. 
Bewildering, do I drive in a landscape of ancient dreams?
I better stop find at a café, drink a “Bica” (coffee) before I fade 
into the mystery of nature and can’t find my way back home.


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Roses

Roses, roses, everywhere
Roses in the garden to spare
Roses planted in a row
Roses covered by the snow
In winter sits the rosebush bare
Waiting in the frozen glare
If there’s one thing that we know
As soon as seasons come they go
Now roses neither here nor there
Will soon be roses everywhere.


Details | Personification | |

Link

Traveling through the galaxies of many and more,
I come up under a Star I have never seen before.
 
It had light brighter than anything I’ve ever seen.
It was intelligent and wise and incredibly keen.
 
It could talk it could dance and it could even sing.
It had made all of the worlds and gave them a king.
 
It had made the Sun and the Moon just for me.
It made me the link for the whole world to see.
 
I was to link each kingdom according to orders.
Each one had four corners and then four borders.
 
So I went around the galaxies linking what I could.
Many had burned out Stars that just never would.
 
I saw where there were no towns or cities at all.
I seen all of the planets made great and small.
 
There was a missing link to the universe I saw.
I found myself linking it all up standing in awe.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Monoku | |

Peek A Boo

Etched between two pines 
                             shaven mountain crest

Beneath benchmarker
                               lined  tombstones 



Details | Rhyme | |

The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Fallen Leaves

The fallen leaves looking at the heavenly sky 
and at my own doorstep they, in silence, sigh; 
they often criticize my feet as I pass them by.

Day and night, they hang around, relentlessly
and never know that they, actually, bother me 
from entering and leaving my place. My kitty

cat does not like them too, ‘cos they do crackle 
as she tiptoes out, eagerly, to touch the sparkle
of the afternoon sun. Ah, today I have to tackle

the task of teaching them and myself. Luckily,
these delicate hands of yesterday are totally free 
from the arid office, serving my boss with a tea 

that I gathered them and place them in a shelter
of green, letting their last smile not just to loiter,
but for them to use it, for Earth to have a better 

feel. Now, I see them not, yet they promised me
that they’ll be back once they’ve seen the beauty,
curved from their skin, of a blossoming cherry tree.  


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Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!


Details | Narrative | |

Together

Many roads I travel end on one
Walking at night I can't stand the sun
The sound of shaking leaves
The crying of old trees
I enjoy the woods, it's my place of peace
I hear something different
So I stand still and freeze
Listening closely the noise is a cry
The power of the forest tells me to fly
Getting closer I begin to fall
I don't know whats ahead, but I risk it all
As I land all that I can see
Is a girl wanting to be with me
I pick her up and wipe her tears
Using my powers I destroy her fears
I kiss her lips as she kisses mine
I tell her things will be just fine
Stay with me forever and ever
We will be happy living together...


Details | Verse | |

The Natural Man

Tomorrow I'll awake and slip into my threads
the epiphanies of tonight I'll probably lose
that train of thought a garden of delight
but the problems of tomorrow life will choose
 
I'll have made my decisions life to change
like those who swear off a habits lent
but when I awake the flesh will rule
and for its desire time will be spent
 
I can tie my shoes not even thinking
the customs of my fathers not forget
every path of life is set before us 
but living without reasoning I'll regret
 
If I do not reflect upon all history
or upon the strand of life I live
I'm doomed to failure of its mystery
if attention to its standards I not give
 
But so embedded in my body its demands
that wars with my minds intelligence
though I know of carnalities commands
my will power will make light of its pretense
 
So only of my own needs will I seek
I'll not consider your life or your duress
for I only look upon the man in mirror
and of all its lies I'll not confess
 
My focus will be only what I can see
its mind not be shaped by what I do
for the spirit belonging to the carnal man
will never seek or rely upon what's true
 
I will flatter myself and you with praise
I'll not recognize how insipid its emptiness
unfortunately I'll prattle on its savor
or to fill what is empty I'll not address
 
With assertions of the common beliefs invoke
for upon my peers I lavish jest
what's intricate has likely suffered broke
for this is why you'll never see my best
 
I plan to fill my life with pleasures song
for the universe cares not about my grave
there is no such thing as right or wrong
so with merriment I choose my road to pave
 
Alas my self centered mind I'll not dispense
the struggle of its strife too hard to fight
I have no shield for all my lacks defense
in all of this I've failed my own insight
 
I will speak to you as though I really care
but you know in truth not a dime I'll spend
because of course all know life's not fair
like all actors only my role will I defend
 
So there you have it a nutshell
If I do any good at all I'll want its praise
for I have set to establish my own glory
and to be written on your memory my days
 
source 1Cor 2:14  , but read the whole chapter
Romans 10:3
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

My Soaring Love

There are things that you want
Which I cannot give
Your voice will still haunt me
As long as I live
I can see that I won't stop
Fighting for you
Reaching the top
I will always love you
Thats a given
I hope you can understand
My dear Rayvn...


Details | Rhyme | |

Propitiation

He was cursed outside the camp
and he is Gods flaming Lamp
his tears not have been forgotten
he is the only Son begotten

His thoughts are always prayer
that mankind learn to care
and in his Word we live
when we ourselves forgive

On a donkey did he ride
with the high priests did collide
Son of David appointed King
through whom Gods salvation bring

Voice he lifted in God's praise
to the God of ancient days
his linage is completely filled
with those whom law might have killed

Upon your laws did he meditate
and he for us does mediate
Sacred is the Holy One
that bonds of sin may be undone

The only man born pure of heart
for love of humans did heaven depart
Sacrificed life as Gods Firstborn Son
then born into a human one

Life sacrificed not one but two
to rejoin heaven and earth anew
to circumscribe universal law
for a higher purpose he foresaw

The Law is a teacher for our instruction
but cannot change unlawful destruction
with spirit of Love does Jesus empower
far above precept of law to tower

With perfect Love he chose disgrace
that those who sin might know Love's face
to heal our hearts and know God's mind
by chains of slavery be not defined

Unworthy we are that for us he died
and the effects upon all when Satan lied
purchased from law to give us freedom
and live in Love within his kingdom

sources 1John 2:2, 3:4, 4:10 Gal.3:13
Duet.21:22-23 Pr. 8:22-36 John 1:14-15
Heb.7:19 James 1:25 Col.1:14 3:13

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Rain begins again

Rain Begins Again
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 28, 2011

Dizzy Lizzy sitting in the rain
Waiting for it to sustain
Hear the thunder rolling
The giant in the sky is bowling
The rain is so cool
As the mourning jewel
The birds in the trees
Feeling the cool breeze
The rain gives new birth from the heart
It quenches the earth from its start
The rain feels so fine
It makes my head feel so sublime
The earth needs the rain
So all life can sustain
The feelings that we share
Surely, do we dare?
Revel in the glory
Of the never-ending story
With the land and it’s age
From this to another stage
The flowers so much in bloom
With such a beautiful flume
Surrounding our earth
From the beginning of it’s birth
Will be the rest for me
For all time and my destiny


Details | Free verse | |

The beach

The water blue as the sky.
So clear,
you can see the waters.
The sand white as chalk,
You can find seashells.
Beautiful creation by god.
Inspired by its beauty


Details | Free verse | |

Reminiscences

A time for rest,
a time for enjoyment,
in order to keep our mind at peace,
we venture out,
in search for something quite special indeed,
these are known as memories,
in order to keep these memories as lively as possible,
we tend to travel afar,
finding a number of ways to preserve these,
especially the good ones though,
but elaborating on a number of these would exceed the pages indeed,
so keeping in short,
the travel to the Himalayas,
is what I can think of,
the elegance and the beauty of the place , 
keeps on registering in my mind from time to time,
how I wish to spend my time in there,
but a voice calls me back,
for it’s not yet time to rest in here!!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Earth

The Earth
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 26, 2011

Sitting in the breeze
Wind whispering through the trees
Sun shining bright in the sky
Accept it, do not wonder why
The world is a wonderous place
And covers an awesome space
Accept it as it is
As surely it will be, it tis
For all life abounds
It is always with us around
Accept it
Do not reject it
For from his birth
Our God created this earth


Details | Haiku | |

I See Spots

northern spotted owl
could better serve species - than
dying in the wild








Tribute To 
The Spotted Owl


Details | Free verse | |

Bond Age

Oh , Israel of God
        how your King has loved you
your courtyard paved
        with instructions made of gold
your teaching is transparent
         like pane glass windows
and their views
         our heart and minds enfold
 
Each step we take
brings us a little closer
          to the doors of never turning back
they are built
          upon a firm foundation
the walls framed       a solid fortress
that defy the adversarial attack
 
Within dwells the Throne
         of the most High
his standards the highest
         virtues man can pursue
the fruit of undeserved kindnesses
         and of their loyalty
the things we must always practice
         and to that course be always true
 
Beyond the veiled curtain
        where the high priest        calls on you
the place of flawless love
        where our Lord has entered to
 
Oh city of the King
        how we love you
all roads lead
        to the temple mount
there dwells the clean and holy
and those residents
         a census only you can count
 
Her construction
is overseen by the master builder
who is the architect
of every master plan
his workers skilled and proficient
and they are trained
by their own masters hand
 
They have collected
everything considered precious
that can be found
within the hearts of men
to the King as gifts of presentation
are the hearts of those
who are serving him
 
Oh Beloved husband
I was made for you
everything you sought after
is my delighting you
 
It is your happiness
I serve
you have offered all your treasures
which is more than I deserve
 
You found me in the fields
and in my bondage chained
you severed me from slavery
to the course you have proclaimed
 
If it were not for you
I would never know the cost
what really is worth dying for
the paradise of Love we lost
 
No shame in being naked
where my heart and mind you see
I want this kind of closeness
for all eternity.....
 
sources , Song of Solomon
and the minor prophets
and the spirit of Truth
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Mistaken Identity

As the line’s listless structure leapt into attentive control;
It’s purpose for existence instantly acknowledged.

The double-tapered weight-forward shooting line’s condensation,
Informed of its instant transformation,
Leaps to the water’s corresponding constitution,
Each droplet acting as spherical asteroids of deception on the current’s rippling surface.

Instantly, a silent connection has arisen.
One derived out of technology,
Entombed in the cosmology of the seasons,
Originating before explorations in genetics.

Taking solice in a meal of two moons,
How could one resist this temptuos delight?
Emerging with swarms of life; Analgous in size, shape, and color,
Cleaverly disguised in the guile of organic structure.


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The Home Of The Brave { Monoku }

shaven crest eagles flight captivating

banners strewn flags unfurled proudly



Tribute To Freedom

Also entry for 
Brian Strand's Motto -Monoku Form Contest


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May I Have This Dance

eye of beholder
gets optical illusion of
moon and water's dance



Tribute To Beauty


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Reflections Contest
Gl All


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Song of Betrothal

I have sought your place down by the sea
for a heart like mine trothed in unity
I have searched the lands low and high
for Love that would extend unto the sky

I have walked the mountains path and trails
hunting a beloved who never fails
go forth oh daughters of the land
there is only one woman I'll take in hand

She is fair, my love, and tender of heart
I dream she's there when the day does start
her words are honey within it's comb
the only one I will bring to my fathers home

I seek for you now most everywhere
looking for the sun shining in your stare
there beauty lies within flowing robes
and inner light whose bright blaze shows

She'll think of me as her comely Lord
with my company never will be bored
with many talents is she graced
among the peoples her work is traced

She's the fruit of the vine unto my smile
will speak sweet truth without any guile
she'll enfold me with serene embrace
lift her eyes up to seek my face

She'll reach forth to take hold my hand
and follow my paths throughout the land
our children will all become one nation
The stars of heaven will be our station

sources Song of Solomon Proverbs 31:10-31 
Apocalypse 7:1-8 21:9-27 
The Bride of Christ the true temple of God
the 144,000 kingdom of kings and priests
sealed to Gods service as differenciated from
the great crowd that come thru the 
apocalypse 7:9-17

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Destruction and Decadence

I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain

Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance

Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?

Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland

Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation

With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address


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Mighty Wolf

 The Mighty Wolf  lives in the woodlands So Dear
Beautiful to see, beastly to encounter,  never go near
He owns these woods and will protect them to the end
He walks proud and will attack to defend

You hear his howl late at night
He lets you know he’s there to fight
To protect what is his, so no human can overtake
This beautiful land he loves, but we forsake

He can be your friend if you are kind to his land
But don’t cross him, for he won’t understand
He loves his woods for he is in control
His children live here, its his very soul

So walk proud Mighty Wolf and protect all you can
Keep safe this place, your children, your land
Stand on your rock,  let it be known to all
That this is your place,  this is your call

Throughout night and day you  walk with no end
You hunt to eat, you fight to defend
Protecting the place you live and will die
As I sit here silently,  watch you go by!


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Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul
and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb
and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower
my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour
 
Your movements are married         to every virtues grace
and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face
you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain
and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain
 
They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd
though you are soft spoken              not among the loud
it is your solace           they seek in all their days
until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways
 
Like the earth               we are mired in its clay
until we are molded          into learning Love your way
so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth
until your reign                 is known and of its worth
 
Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe
barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made
you drew pictures          in every word we heard
until its knowledge                we have completely learned
 
Like children you gave        everyone your own affection
directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection
fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind
taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find
 
And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish
that we must never               allow those things to perish
and this is why            I will always turn to you
there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do
 
There can never be enough            lifting of your praise
you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days
So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child
rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled
 
I hear your music           its like an evening serenade
I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade
you are my King       the master of its every song
among your company         where I desire to belong
 
The spirit and the bride say
Come and take life's water free
 
amen Let your kindgom come
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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New World

Jah has laid out the design of his plans
a world wherein happiness stands
each man will have his own land and vines
within his life will see happier times

The pursuits of his toil in joy he will seek
the fruits of his labor not another will eat
a child will reach an hundred years old
millennias past this truth was fortold

Some seek Nirvana and some Shangri-La
the truth about life some prophets saw
a place where mankind will dwell in peace
from the pangs of this life and deaths release

The fullness of what we are will exist
the bounties untapped within not resist
irresistible will be the Love of neighbor
the sharing of all for which we labor

Treatment of others and our earth will be good
instruction to build wisdom is understood
nothing on earth will be causing harm
no child will ever suffer alarm

No disfigurement or mar in body be known
the curing of disease Jesus has shown
healing the nations and teaching the truth
enlightenment of mind for mans new youth

Six thousand years of comparison God gave
to know that we have all been enslaved
enough of time to see what we've lost
and the price to all that it has cost

The first angel to fall into sin did man lead
God has taken advantage to show us our need
we will be like God knowing evil and good
no longer deceived by lies and falsehood

For centuries religions have kept man asleep
so few among us the secret do keep
Mankind in joy will reach his perfection
each now responsible for his own rejection

sources Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 11, 13, 24, 28:5-12
Jer. 12:10-11 John 5 , 6:32-33 Rev.17-21

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller


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Pollution

Acid has become our rain
and oceans with mercury do we stain
dioxin lies beneath our ground
in everything toxic materials be found
 
E-coli is used to alter genes in food
where recombinant DNA is understood
heavy metals do the population addle
as the health industry lose continuing battle
 
With the law makers do the inhabitants contend
and a wealthy man can the laws amend
documented information on man's pollution
yet nobody seems to have a solution
 
Programs that show if man were to die
nature herself would repurify
at 300 years would be the retaking
of only a portion of what mankind is making
 
Desecration upon desecration upon the land
mankind destroys himself with his own hand
no amount of law can change our ways
our own nature fallen since ancient of days
 
Scientists who study regeneration
pursue this path with great fascination
they know that the body should heal itself
but understand not sin and it's stealth
 
Deserts now stand where nature did blossom
the amount of the damage is beyond awesome
ground waters filled with pesticide
about it's effects have governments lied
 
Asbestos and arsenic and lead just a few
adversely affect the body nothing new
tons upon tons of toxins released to our air
and only for wealth do manufacturers care
 
Seabirds and mammals die from plastic trash
the production of garbage for making of cash
forest and savannahs are being depleted
in soil degradation are crops being seeded
 
With love for our earth the concerned have their say
but the pursuers of wealth do get their way
the destroyers of earth with God will clash
but this system of things will Jesus dash
 
 
sources Gen. 6:11 Eze.9:1-6 Matt. 6:24
Luke 16:13 Revelation 11:18
reading and study of science
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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She Is My Savior

No more tears can leave my soul
She has completed my heart's hole
I've never felt this way before
I can't feel depressed anymore
Many thoughts go through my mind
Hers is the only one that I can find
We will always continue to be friends
Even after our lives end...


To: Rayvn Stobough


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Sunny in Hocking Hills, Ohio

*Sunny at Hocking Hills, Ohio*

There he goes!
Dashing across the prairie like a hound dog
He is a lightning bolt
He is a wonder
He is my small white dog full of energy
Galloping across the tall rye grass with not a care in the world
We come here to relax and collect our thoughts
We come here to remove ourselves of the pressures of the world
A log cabin, steaks, historical movies and our dog
Sunny is the child we never had between us 
There he goes!
Dancing amidst the tulips and daffodils
That was a million years ago 
And now our lives are so different
Sunny craves his time away from home too
Now he goes in the back yard chasing squirrels and birds
Howling at the first hint of their arrival
He’s my little mixed breed
He’s my little thunder
Watch out animals in our yard
He is on the prowl
This incessant barking
This incessant howling
I simply open the back door and Sunny goes to town!

Gwendolen Rix
8-29-14


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SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY THE POOL HAS SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE, CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE. THE POOL HAS MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES, THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES. SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS IN DRIPPING OVERHANGS AND COOLS. THE POOL HAS A PLACE FOR CONTINUOUS QUIETUDE FOR MEMORIES SWEET AND SOUR, THAT LACKS POUNDING REMMNANTS FROM OLD HUMAN CRITIQUES RINSED AWAY IN DEEP DIPS REFRESHING THE MIND WITH A SOFT CLEANSING POWER. THE POOL HAS MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS OF TREMENDOUS HEIGHT AGAISNT GLISTENING SUNRAYS, SPINNING CRISP REFLECTIONS INTO A TUMBLING CHURNING BOTTOM WHERE YOU STAND. SWIMMING IN THESE SPECIAL WATERS NEW SOUL AND REJUVENATED BODY, YOU IT PAYS. THE POOL HAS THE MASTER’S UNIQUE CIRCUMFUGAL TOUCH OF BEAUTY IN EERY MOSS COVERED STONES, SLEEPING LEOPARD, RED PARROT, ELEPHANT EARS AND CAMILLA FLOWERS ALONG AND NEARBY, RESOLVES EVERY COURAGEOUS THOUGHT FOR A SATISFIED FLATLAND RETURN OF NEW OLD BONES. BY JEAN A. WILSON, SEPTEMBER 1, 2011


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Archetype

The anointed Jesus comes with the Power of God
and the working of prophecy will he complete
he will trod the habitable beneath his feet
till the nations shall know that Jehovah be laud

All things spoken of him will come to pass
with a shout he will to earth descend
destroy all those who refuse to bend
with scepter of righteousness that will ever last

The bonds of unity are not easily broken
where two or more are gathered he will be there
the bonds of Love wherein we show we care
that you Love one another the command was spoken

In the beginning God made twain one
Jesus left his father to fetch home his bride
to teach her Love of God by example he died
for a twofold cord cannot be easily undone

To present her to the Father without blemish or spot
as gifts for the alter were their lives bought
for Faith Hope and Love and Truth have sought
to be released to freedom wherein slavery were caught

Teach me my Father for there is nothing here
all that we treasure and have come to know
instruction from heaven Jesus taught here below
no belief or rewards of the world hold we dear

By immersion are baptized unto deaths reformations
leaving behind the normal patterns of the nations
the personality of flesh and their occupations
and lifted by Life are formed unto new creations

God has set the archetypes and the example
wherein defection have become penitent for Life
to the Truth are married as examples of wife
filled by his spirit have become Gods Temple

The virgin bride dispenses her husbands teaching
that reformation of character and to Truth believing
unto the spiritual pattern of nature are receiving
so destruction the nations evade she is preaching

So we gaze into the heavens in the night
there your presence felt by heart sight
with awe for the powers that give us light
and discernment the difference wrong from right

Sources Ephesians 5:22-33 Matt 18:20
Ecc 4:9-12

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Song of Songs

Oh to sing the Song of Songs
and within his arms belong
there to look upon his face
is the dwelling of heavens place
 
with ones tears to wash his feet
and know his favor is complete
to share his table and his wine
and be bathed in Love divine
 
Perfect Love does cast out fear
when you walk with God so near
and when I become his lover
proceed he will my sins to cover
 
When born from God your free from sin
because the seed of loves from him
but the planted seeds must grow
spirit will teach what you must know
 
Not every spirit is from God
but only those who Jesus laud
that Jesus has come in the flesh
was propitiation with his death
 
That no lier works the truth
the serpents tongue a sayers sooth
practice of transgression commit
doing what love does not permit
 
If you walk in love you will not sin
or practice harm to other men
if for Love one becomes hated
from the world such is fated
 
That whosoever hears his voice
knowing loves the only choice
will be the one to overcome
walking as if already done
 
He who does not love knows naught God
nor in his path will he trod
but he that gave his life for us
and in him we will put our trust
 
Love is always perfect but I am not
covering for sin has Jesus bought
to purchase my life did he pay
the possession of Love forever stay
 
know little children love is from God
and he who walks with God walks in Love
 
source 1st John
Apocalypse 5:9-10 14:3 15:1-4
and Song of Solomon

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Understanding

Now I know what my life was worth
like debris to be cast upon the earth
but you oh Father do lift me up
and gave to me your chalice and cup
 
The Word of the Kingdom we must spread
so that those you call may be led
in that they find your loving true
to serve in your temple a creation new
 
The path of this system will leave behind
where walk they among habitation blind
only with you can true love find
changed within both heart and mind
 
Those who with pain do us sting
we pray for them to kindness bring
to love not just those Christs others
but all mankind who are our brothers
 
Cast me not away when I make mistake
to the pain and affliction of heartbreak
with understanding and wisdom do lead
because for your love I am in need
 
I thank you for the King of Peace
from the heartbreak of world do you release
Many will never see the gifts you send
or those whose love will help hearts mend
 
To yourself you collect those spirits broken
who recognize the words you have spoken
you lead them as sheep though out the land
to those who want to understand
 
sources Psalms Proverbs and the Gospels
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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' The Greatest Poet Of All ... '

God … Is The Greatest Poet of All
God … Is The Greatest Poet
God, Speaks … And Leaves Us In Awe
… Astounded and Author-Devoted ! …

Yea … We are Humbled and Thunderstruck
and Sublimely Mesmerized
on His Sacred Utterances … We Have Drunk
like Raindrops of Soft-Mercy-Cries …

… While Angels, Sing in Quicksilver-Skies
Even His Son, is Called:  ‘ The Word ’ and Wise          ( John 1: 1 )
and Every Will and Syllable, and Vowel, Which Rise
… Begins, with Wondrous Words, ‘ He ’ Vocalized

And His Words, Are Strict-Forms and Bright-Joy-Colors
or Sometimes, Warnings in Stark Black and White
Yet … Articulated in Glorious Auras
from He, Who Called, The Darkness … Night               ( Gen. 1: 5 )

from ‘ He ’, Who Said:  ‘ Let There Be Light ’               ( Gen. 1: 3 )
‘ He ’, Who Orated, Birds in Sun-Flight
‘ He ’, Who Orated Sounds, So Right
Spoke Words, Worthy of ‘The Copywrite’ …

… Like, ‘ Let Us Make Man In Our Image ’ …                ( Gen. 1: 26 )
… and Humans, have been Echoing, Ever Since
For His Words Are More Than Vintage
They Are Epitome of Love and Law-Sentence

… Yea … We Emerged from God’s Epiphany
We Should Recite, What He Spoke First
in Such Beauteous, Lilting-Poetry …
… God, Spoke Forth ‘ The Universe ’ ! …                      ( Gen. 1: 1 )

… Called, The Dry Land, Earth                                    ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Called, The Waters … Seas                                         ( Gen. 1: 10 )
Pronounced Eve, Mother of Birth                                 ( Gen. 3: 16 )
(tho’ She Stole at Speech-Trees)                                ( Gen. 3: 6, 13 )

Yea … God Called Forth, Flashes and Flowers
and The Breath of Life and Swarms of Honey-Bees
And with Dynamic, Inspiration Power ! …
God … Even Called Forth … me

… and You, and You, and Your Voice Too !          ( John 3: 16  & John 10: 16 )
And Refreshing-Dew and Dawns, Brand-New
And The Rare-Edition – Chosen Few                   ( Matt. 7: 14  & Matt. 22: 14 )
… Each Bound-Volume, Ringing, Amen-True !      ( Rev. 14: 5 )

Yea … God, Is The Greatest Poet of Them All !
So, Let Us Catch Each Poem-Pearl, in Free-Fall
and Collect Them and Gather Graciously, as They Call
to Conjugate and Climb O’er, Deaf-Mute-Stanza Walls

… to Applaud, The Greatest Poet, Ever and All …


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Things I Love

Coffee probably tops my list
then it's rocks I can hold in my fist
postcards from friends on vacation
fresh ground roast coffee from the plantation
just love that fresh ground roast aroma
then I always wanted to visit the city, Roma
Then on to Paris and maybe London
back home I always keep the light on
of the dark I am afraid
but I love things that are hand-made
modern gospel music warms my soul
just as much as home-made soup in a bowl
reading biographies I find interesting
just as friends who are good at listening
sitting in my rocking chair
maybe even brushing my hair
spending sunset at the beach
eating a fresh golden Georgia peach
writing poetry is an absolute must
just as much as building God's trust
reading the Bible each day
is just as important as it is to pray
I could go on forever
God's universe is ever so clever!

SKB
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


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Heroes

See the sky painted a crimson red,
They're the ones who face what others dread

They suit up and fight for things that aren't theirs,
True people with hearts that sincerely care

Fighting the flames with water and prayers,
Hoping to make it back to their loved ones who care

They fight flames and protect what they can,
Working from dawn til dusk again and again

With their only wish being to make it home safe and ease their loved ones fears,
This can only happen once the flames cease and the smoke has cleared


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insect

Insect.


On my blue lined writing pad a tiny insect walks,
it appears lost and hesitates before crossing a line,
lost in this vast wilderness of the unwritten. 
I try to blow it off the paper, but somehow glues 
itself to the paper and will not budge.
I cannot touch it tiny as it is I will surely squash it.
Nothing I can do for now, leave it to its own devise, 
go watch TV. When I returned it has gone, a sheet
of paper with nothing written on is a lonely place
and has no story to tell.


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Day versus Night

We are soliders. 
You and I.
Men of war. 
We fight again.
together in harmony.
we defend life.
forever in battle.
we find peace.
the enternal dance.
Moon and Sun.



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The Fantastic Voyage

Living on the edge was a suicide way before my time!
A soul spread wide open with a spirit that truly believes.
Walking on water and backwards with life that glares over the sunshine!
The fantastic voyage rides the high and almighty waves of the greatest seas.
A voyage to never-never land right where I know I will always want to be.
True uninhibited expression is my addiction all within myself.
A soul climaxing in the exhibition of capturing all of the free empty space!
Walking the planks with the thrill of excitement from what’s consumed as it’s felt,
The fantastic voyage is aimed straight for that perfect little happy place.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to stay.
Unpredictable with such balance is my mystery out there all on its own.
My soul opens and wills me to explore the depths of all that is real or such.
Walking the tight rope and looking down with my talent so proudly shown.
The fantastic voyage is never enough but is always over by too much.
My voyage to never-never land is where I know I will always want to feel what I touch.
Deep within the depths of all the deepness is where my connection is found.
A vibrant soul with brilliance magnified by a common need that has just got to give!
Walking narrow ledges with confidence and truly the one that has got to be proud!
The fantastic voyage gained my moments in time that I can say were actually lived.
My voyage to never-never land is where I will surrender standing on top of my deadly ground!


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Kings

We will be satisfied with Life
          for we will see Justice
                      by the hands of the King
our portion to delight
                       in the laws of Love
and to rejoice in praise
                       in the mountain of the True Tabernacle
for all the kings will bow
                will bow and cast their crowns
before the Sovereign Lord
the redeemer of the holy ones
With abundant mercies
         and undeserved kindnesses
you pour out your favor
                       to all those loving you
 
Oh may the earth become filled with joys
as hearts become instructed
in the ways of the King
 
Let the tendernesses of Love
                      fall like the gentle rains in spring
                      your justice flow like the torrents
washing the river valleys 
 
You have lifted the little ones
and ripped the oppressions of the wicked
from the power of their hands
for we have delighted in loyalty
and honored the law of the King
Those who love the truth will find vindication
May all those loving your Son
                      find gladness at the table of the King
The spirit and the Bride say come
and take life's waters free
 
sources : Psalms of the Kings
Exodus 19:6 Rev 1:4-6  21:2-8
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Divinity Within

Love has cast it's eye
                        in mans direction
will I choose it's life
                        or insurrection
to look upon ones heart
                        and see what's needed
with it's contemplations
                         so sweetly seeded
That divinity within
                          can be created
and formerly in maddness
                          reject the thing as hated
but so melodious is it's song
                          I pause to listen
to meditate upon the things
                          I might be missing
the rapture of it's music
                          has turned my soul
to meditate upon the things
                          that make us whole
In wonder I have looked
                          upon it's face
towards it's calling I want
                          my heart to race
deftly my mind argues loudly
                           for it's ejection
rebuild my castles wall
                          and it's defection
what decision I will make
                          or what to do
to listen to it's call
                          or pass on through
temperament and habits
                          hard to break
and to repel this melody
                           so makes me quake
Such spectral beauty
                           lays within it's frame
and so brightly burns
                           it's blissful flame
In thanks and praise
                           to my God above
for the gift of knowing
                           God is love
 
 
Ps 34:18 Ps 139:23 Ps 4:4 1Jn 4:7-21
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Music Man

As the sound surrounds, acapellas and solos resound , with silent and loud proverbs and nouns.
Taking one to and from the crowd. With the change of a song, a track, melting the wax, breaking the mold, running away with it, while bringing it back.
 
Pumping through the veins , reaching arteries , articles and ventricles making them more than 2 and 3 dimensional. The various combinations of words and beats that make the heart beat.
 
How neat the flux that is created. How a mirror's image without paint can be painted. How emotions and their corrosions can be peacefully or violently narrated.
 
Through his finger tips, inking quiet melodies. Inspiring and annunciating thoughts that act but may only at times taste like a remedy for the memories. Creating with it a crate full of symphonies composed of prose and poetry.
 
The same feeling of tranquility received when feet enter the warmth of the moist sand. Played continuously in varying songs in all pores of the body by a miniscule band. This is how is orchestrated the workings of not our fellow man, but he, the music man.
 
  Ask him the question of, “Why so much depth, emotion, and passion brought forth by your  hand?”
 
He'll reply ,“  Look I can say that tunes are an essential fragment of my essence. I can make an analogy comparing how dear music is to me say and say it’s how to a flower’s life crucial is lights presence. I can even go on to say I exhale the things that society wants banned.
 
But in all honesty I’m inspired by a lot of things. But it’s mainly because of the music.........Man.”


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Stay With Me

As I walk past every tree
I feel every breeze
Many are weak
Many are strong
And you want me to play along
In your game, In your play
I ask myself if I should stay
By your side when you cry
Or running away when you lie
I cannot stand to see you sad
Knowing its my fault
It makes me mad
I loved you with all my soul
You killed the darkness
That was creating this hole
Inside my heart
From the start
I hope that we will never part...


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My Love, Hush Now

Be still, my love...I whisper steadily...
The predator is out to kill...hush now!
Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely...

Get ready...my dove...I shout fearlessly...
The hawk will snatch you with a thrill...be brave now!
Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...


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Song of the Bride

My Lord is he who sits on the throne
I await his return to enter his home
I am unworthy my Lord to recieve your grace
a slave in the world has been my place

Why would the lowly you engage
the house of sin has been my cage
you purchased me and gave me leave
into your freedom I was recieved

You washed me clean and gave me robes
the colors of the fields are now my clothes
the strength of your soul must I seek
for I am abject and very weak

Tears of joy do stream my face
within your mansion I have found a place
a humble servant you have lifted high
Your tender mercies shape my cry

Master you are and will remain
favor of countenance do I gain
Instruct me my Lord in your ways
In your house I will find length of days

I am far from home it is my fear
that I will fail before redemptions here
await I for the chariots carriage
to be recieved and prepared for marriage

My Lord and King tarry not long
for my desire is to sing your song
with exultation and joy within your grace
awaiting am I to look upon your face

sources Song of Solomon
Proverbs 31:10-31
Apocalypse 5:9-10 7:1-8 14:3-5
15:3-4 21:9-27 Matt 25:1-13
John 3:29

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Lifeboat men so brave

Lifeboat men so brave............

A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. 
"The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". 

Bravest men amongst the brave, 
The lifeboat volunteers. 
Precious people saving lives, 
As they've done for many years. 

Through the waves of raging water, 
Being battered by the storm. 
These precious people saving lives, 
Heroes one and all. 

Being called in all conditions, 
Whether sunshine, snow or rain. 
Never knowing what's ahead, 
Or will they see their homes again!!! 

Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, 
Smashing at your soul. 
Dedicated lifeboat men, 
With a never ending goal. 

So many crewmens lives been lost, 
Still many lives they save. 
Always putting themselves at risk, 
These lifeboat men so brave. 

To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, 
With such courage there's only few.   
May the seasons always bring you home, 
As the Lord watches over you.


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You Hold My Freedom

The dream is what I'm missing
Nature calls so I'm listening
The animals, trees, and running water
My voice and mind call out for another
Peaceful winds flowing through my hair
A beautiful scent is inside the air
The trees cry for their freedom
I hope they don't vanish because I need them
To lead me to her
She holds my freedom...


To: Rayvn Stobaugh


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I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


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Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


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The Sky Is On Fire

etched in own minds eye
blazing trails of fire - engulf
the midnight skyline






Tribute To 
Beautiful Skylines


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Contest

The race for Life where we are bound
who will reach for the laurels receive the crown
which distractions will keep you from its pace
those who endure unto the end will see his face

What thing will try your heart and make you fall
divert your attention from the rewards of call
how many divisions will cloud your way
till the Love of the Truth no longer holds sway

For the diadem of Life Love and Truth for which we reach
the finishing place of the Kingdom the Lord does teach
to run the distance one must set a steady pace
and be aware of the obstacles the adversary place

Every contestant must master the rules
exercise his talents to receive prize of jewels
to gain the trophy the track we must complete
before he who gives the honor will give us seat

The price for entry is the gift to God of soul
for only by his Spirit can we ever reach the goal
to acquire everlasting Life serve with heart thats whole
the course we travel must exhibit self control

We must enter the race if our life we want to keep
not do as the nations who are walking in their sleep
to finish to the goal line we must fix our sight
or we will stumble in the impediment of night

God has set the course provided instruments
with his Word of instruction training implements
advancement to enlightenment our path must prepare
for the crowning glory of Life the gift that we share

To arrive our destination we must have single mind
for the cares of the World its rewards will you blind
there is only one route to the Father we pursue
Jesus our example and dedication to what's True

Listen to the teacher adapt our skill and grow
the captain of salvation direction will us show
broad road to destruction on narrow path must go
to master any game must exercise all we know

sources Mark 13 John 6:27-63 1Cor. 9:4
Hebrews 2:9-10 Heb. 12 2Tim 2:4-5 4:6-8
James 5:10-11 

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Master of Babylon

Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
 
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
 
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
 
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
 
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
 
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
 
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
 
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Freedom

When thoughts that are pure take freedoms flight
having fled the darkness unto the Light
nothing that defiles to be allowed within
corporeal pursuits or the man of sin

Father we have looked upon the heart of your Son
all the things we lack were spoken by his tongue
freedom and injustice instructed by his lips
all of our darkness has his Light eclipsed 

Freedom from the World all that it pursues
is overshadowed the knowledge of good news
we have fled the system shed all it's views
followed your spirit listened to his Truths

To the Jews a stumblingblock to the nations foolishness
for preaching the Love of Christ does shed blessedness
and measure out he does to each one his gifts
thoughts of heart on the threshing floor his insight sifts

Every little particle in your universe
has suffered the affliction of a human curse
We have sent the gravity of things out of line
beauty and perfection are no longer well defined

We drink in your instruction like wine in our glass
we fear to look upon them it's clarity is vast
how can something so small absorb your majesty
to look upon your Son know Loves Divinity

Those who love the Truth of God won't be standing still
to dispense his Word is the hearing of his will
come out from among them to his rulership be true
to receive his favor must not do as nations do

To those who would receive him Jesus has made the call
to make you clean and purify and give to you his all
assure your hearts before him walk the path divine
you must submit your everything for the knowing of his mind


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via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Childbirth

You have consummated the dream
upon its fertile mind            have given birth
your Sons are to be Kings for ruling in the earth
like life I wish that we would never part
our connection like the beating of one heart
 
because I have believed your heart was true
therefore did I give mine               permanently to you
You have shown me      a love of Sons of Men
not of his clothing         but what he hides within
you didst reveal this                   by your own right hand
did speak soft words until     we could understand
You saw not my skin                or what one outside see
you gazed within             looked upon the real me
 
Enfolded in your arms just like a child
your forgiveness and tender mercies mild
where you hold us until each of us can hear
understand completely the Words spoken in our ear
 
Love should have been the first thing
you met when you were born
the warm embrace which followed
when from wombs comfort torn
 
Cradle me my Beloved in your arms
hold at a distance all of my alarms
I want to walk with you 
until there's endless days
seek the crown of creation
and understanding of his ways
pleasant are the days I spend with you
my Lord , just master of his house
to you my one only
is my heart espoused
Like a mighty warrior you have mounted up
the valor of your deeds have filled my every cup
without you near my heart is empty still
but cries with its distress
until with you my life instill
 
As  bird you gathered us beneath your wings
your endearment descends like mountains streams
there within the wilderness were we broken
until we received knowledge of the promise spoken
 
Songs of the Kings
 
 
 
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Purest Intention

In the hushed silence, I listen to the last sweet chords of the spring,
My yearning heart rises to your Clarinet voice, 
leaps like a grasshopper at the resonance of your name, dear.
Your skin glows like the cherry. 
Blossoms speak as the wild rose in the purest hope of spring.
The evening ascends in on a great Seagull’s wing.
I am calmed by your whispers that I carry into the twilight
of sunbeams and hold next to my lips, so wanting.

I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of nectar.
As my chest falls from my unbuttoned shirt,
It reminds me of your purpose.
My heated fingers leap to my belt,
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret gently,
so that we may rise as one, skin to skin,
In the search of the glorious blush pink 
And spiritual surrounds of love.


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Light of the World

Oh most brilliant blaze of Light
with your brightness have you banished night
your corona illuminates your church
the temple where truth and knowledge perch

the fire of truth has burned through time
has forged new beings with hearts refined
those who seek you will be purified
within the furnace where dross has died

The flame of his Light has carved it's path
opened eyes and minds two thousand years past
he is the one who created heaven and earth
the breath of life to soil gave man birth

Loving kindness is the cloak you wear
love of life you have sought to share
who's radiance of truth imparts sight
and who's instruction divides wrong from right

What you taught us on the Mount
are the only things that really count
the rays of Son rest on your garden
All of those who would receive your pardon

Your instruction breaks the cloak of illusion
the teaching of priests who dispense confusion
inculcation of priesthood have you riven
enlightenment from you has given us vision

Light given by you does coalesce
solidified by the hearts you bless
Son of God you gave the world Light
that brightens path throughout the night

Your eminence above all others is plain
to enlighten mankind the reason you came
Your delight was daily with the sons of men
those of us lost and born into sin

sources John 1:6-13 John 8-12-18 Prov.8:23-33

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Meditations

All things you have made fine      in their season
the tendernesses of Love   the razor of our reason
hollowed out the canyons    where the waters fall
celestial lights above          beneath the crickets call
the tilt of cattails              swaying in the wind
golden heads of grain         awaiting harvest to begin
 
Dressed you have the cosmos           ever so brilliantly
every tree and snowflake             no two alike will ever see
no man within his lifetime          has every star he named
surrounded by this beauty          and still your name defamed
without amino acids                no living cells could form
repeating fractal multiples                    are natures patterns born
 
From the Rift unto the alpine         equator to atoll
hot spring forests to tundra       artic ice to freeze the pole
from furnaces of volcanoes            rises and archipelago
diversity in all nature           is geologies creative goal
Crystal caverns outback deserts        to our rolling dunes
around the planets circuits       are orbiting their moons
 
Every color     many hues                pastel to iridescent 
architecture in every room            the making of life pleasant
but mankind is filled with anguish               and acrid bitterness
the things they've chosen to pursue              is causing such distress
where character is more bankrupt        than a homeless man
the individual only ego              subjective is the every plan
 
Suffering among the nations      its depth difficult to express
world wide is the concern               we shall not escape its death
counting all the ages  man       has butchered his own kind
to control the the masses          do  religious leaders blind
It is your euology          we are seeking in our mind
seeking every path of truth       you wish us to find
 
Like our heartbeats               pulsing from within 
driving the force of visions         to their final end
made you have us           from the dust of earth
every living thing here        from this ground
                 did give its birth
 
Songs of your Sons ...
 
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Blossom

A blossom’s beauty hangs in glory

Trampled by the souls of men

Truth be seen, yet for a moment 

This offering has come and past

Her velvet dress swayed motionless

To the dance that He began

Rhythm filled like dendrite drums

Chorus coupled; man and beast

In falling moments she lay in peace  

Forgotten from the one she loves?


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Rebel without a Cause " reborn "

Scots teenager
Air gun
Rabbits and Ducks
Gunned down for the fun
 
Then there came a day
When this boy and gun
No longer desired
This type of fun
 
A programme he watched
On a TV channel
A guy called Attenborough
Truth, no flannel
 
His care for the animals
Left me ashamed
Of all the Ducks and Rabbits
I injured and maimed
 
He opened my eyes
In such a way
I can't kill a fly
Not even with spray
 
And over the years
And the places he's been
What he has brought me
To my Television screen
 
Madagascar Lemurs
Yaks from Nepal
Amazing Amazonia
Glorious them all
 
My respect for him
Prompted me
Two lines in my poem
" My Dinner Table " for thee
 
There are not many people 
I crave to meet
But this Gentleman Attenborough
I'll shake his hand as we greet
 
" Honoured to be in Christopher Higgins contest "
 
 


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Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you
Proud.

Just Let Go!


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Sojourn

Sojourners in a land not our own
seek we the place we will call our home
archetype of the promise you gave to Abraham
the future children they shall possess the land

Servants of the Truth dwellers of the tent
traveled upon your path wherever you them sent
faithful to your laws the life you for them choose
vast are your promises nothing here to lose

Happy is the one who listens to your voice
blessings you have offered who could refuse the choice
like Jesus laid down that life for Love that is True
the heavenly nature he hoped to give to you

And so in past are hidden all of our sorrows
but haunt they do the ghosts of our tomorrows
though dead and gone the memories of our past
their essences remain with us until the last

Like all those born we have fallen down
but you oh God have promised us a crown
hand picked you have only hearts of those be true
willing in Loves service your requests they do

Adoration for your wisdom clarity and light
hearts teaming with affection every day and night
a language the land of time forgot
touched by tragedy in the kingdom of the caught


Crushed and lost in the roads we have wandered
loyalty love and truth our characters been squandered
slaves to a system full of harmful thought
lack of loving kindnesses what the adversary brought

A dearth of justice , afflictions are the cost
removed from the garden all there we have lost
you have promised a return to the land of song
a paradise where all mankind will belong

We watch the events that have marked our time
your plan for the next age to bring all things in line
with urgency to keep the laws of Love in sight
for descending to earth is cast the Lord of night

Rejoice oh lovers the accuser from heaven banished
woe oh earth he comes a ravaging and famished
six millennia the blood of the prophets spilled
seeks now he does all of mankind killed

The only thing now holding back the winds
the sealing of the holy ones closing to its ends
our Son be hidden the rise of the false dawn
a century of warning has sounded the alarm

No more excuses lesson from our history clear
man has thrown away whats precious
and placed what is harmful dear
Politics and religions has laid the deadly snare
strangled and destroyed our ability to care

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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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Discernment

To enjoy the thoughts that are truly fine
to be able to Love for endless time
earthlings use Love like a weapon or tool
withdraw it for punishment which is terribly cruel

Love's burning oil brings happiness and joy
but many use it like bait or a toy
people dangle the carrot like some sort of reward
take what they want from you till game day are bored

Jesus showed Love was precious to defend
those entering his kingdom know it never shall end
He taught his disciples that God is Love
is superior to the world descends from above

Intense Love will care for your heart
will build you up endless time from the start
how few can navigate it or read it's chart
yet most recognize it should never depart

There is a war in the world most do not see
your choice of rulership will affect eternity
choosing the wrong King will get permanent death
selecting the anointed rewards endless breath

Lucifer told the woman that they would not die
by religion he's fomented the eternal soul lie
cloaked part of the Truth he chose to reveal
the same deceit today does True Life conceal

If one practices hatred he's already dead
doesn't recognize that Life from him has fled
if one walks in Love one has Life that is True
be kind to his brother what's good will renew

There is only one Way to get eternal Life
you must marry the Truth devotion of wife
in submission to Love it's rewards will you reap
like Jesus obedience it's Laws will you keep

Unlike the vow till death do you part
those who die in the Truth find eternal start
those born of God will conquer the World
the Truth of the kingdom before them unfurled

God has set Life and Death before you this day
through the pen of Truth God has had his say
gently he coaxes to his children with Love
to teach them to reflect the Light from above

sources Gen 1-3 Deut. 30:19-20 and I John

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Wings To Die For

amidst suns orbage
eagle outstretches wings wide
freedom escalates









Tribute To The Mighty Eagle
And To Our Freedom


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Ivory

They each have a yellow extension,
Sure there is much more to mention,
Each is known to do a lot to protect,
Neither is known to get much respect.

The Helmeted Hornbill lives in the trees,
Watch out because they might have fleas,
Now the other is on an ice hockey team,
And uses a yellow stick to help fulfill his dream.

As the bird uses it’s beak as a weight,
I doubt very much the player is ever late,
While we watch the bird fly and glide,
It has been great having him on our side,

They both were born in Brunei,
Watch out for the bird in the sky,
Both care very much for their mates,
Wonder if the wife can stay up on skates?


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A Flickering Flame

Ah, a flickering flame with shadows on the wall,
With glimmering lights rolling all around!
I will remember them all!
A flame so high,
But a flame so low,
A burn out in time!
A linger much too slow,
A flickering flame,
A moment that I claim!

Ah, a flickering flame where light covers dark and dark covers light.
With glimmering lights bouncing all over the walls!
A vision of true sight!
A flame so unpredictable,
But a flame so respectable!
A flame hard to know,
And one that can’t be controlled!
A flickering flame,
A moment that I gain!

Ah, a flickering flame showing dim light within its own domain.
With shimmering lights reflecting a glare of golden visions burning too bright!
How very well maintained!
A flame so harmless,
But a flame much too careless!
A flame too passive,
And one that’s way too captive!
Ah, a flickering flame,
A moment that I’m holding with no shame!


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Banquet

You have filled our cups to overflowing
and broken bread with your loving kindness showing
prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine
and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine

You do supply with the fare that we need
the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed
fruitful is the table where you have us led
so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread

Take eat for his body broken was for you
and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True
you must ingest his teaching Word by Word
assimilate to understanding what you've heard

We must consider and upon your law reflect
till comprehension can lead path to circumspect
for with you is where all knowledge can be found
that like rain does water all our ground

God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep
led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep
with guidance to astounding meadows fair
for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share

He did empty the heavens of his Son
so the sharing of his table could be won
for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground
and to partake of his Spirit we be found

sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39
John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16
1John 2:27

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The Mountains

The mountains are so beautiful, 
God sets their peaks on high; 
The clouds that form and look so soft, 
up in the bright blue sky; 

The oceans with their mighty waves, 
which beat upon the sand; 
All show the awesome power, 
of our creators hand. 

To upon the beauty, 
of a field with grass so green; 
Is to look upon the love of God, 
in things that can be seen. 

For God created the earth and sky, 
and all that lies there in; 
And he uses all he created, 
to show his love to men.


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Talents

God gives those who to him are dear
the gifts of holy spirit when they draw near
it gives one understanding of what the scriptures mean
conquering power and strength to keep Life clean

Seek our Father does like Jesus to have us live
trust in his Word submit our hearts do give
how can one ever hope to reflect his Light
when the world is ensconced thick darkness of night

Transformation does occur by faith to believe
this the opening power of spiritual gifts you receive
fellowship with Father Jesus sought to share
you cannot receive it without ability to care

The dividing force between the tares and wheat
what exists within your heart it's rulership does seat
searching is the True God for hearts just like his Son
lovers of justice peace and truth seeks he suchlike one

To gird you with ability where divinity can grow
the putting on of his mind and have you them to know
what profit is the world who only outward show
who use you up till empty then throw away and go

With Love God wants to fill you and never take away
to shelter feed and clothe you with fullness everyday
take you into his household filled with tenderness
never want you to suffer or his fondness ever miss

The adversaries intent is to lead you into sin
to practice what is harmful and feel bad within
torment you and afflict your heart with guilt
always tear you down never letting you be built

Beautiful is virtue and brilliant does it shine
the Lord seeks to polish you make your setting fine
treasure you like something precious where within you store
all your wealth and riches are to stay for ever more

What gain is there to you if for money you only care
where does it benefit if you never learn to share
it's your choice of what within heart does reside
draw upon your talents and increase you would he guide

Love is the binding power that does family unify
upon which the Sons of God their Father glorify
for God has shed his talents within the hearts of men
getting to know Them is where ones Life begin

sources Matt 6:19-24 Matt chp 25 John 5:39-47
Romans 8:38-39 Galatians 5:14-25 Colossians 2:9
Luke 24:45

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When I'm With You

As I focus on my dream
You are the only one that I see
Looking at me eye to eye
You notice that I begin to cry
I tell you that I'm okay
You beg me to say
I cry because I'm happy
To be here with you
I can't see unless you are there
Your scent is perfume
Blowing with the air
I will be happy from now to forever
As long as we both can stay together...


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Majestical Land

I was carried away up and over a topped stack just the other day,
By the oceans of blue cascading across shadows of magnifying rays of sunlight!
One by one they dashed through the trickery Sun as if they had no night.
I was drawn much closer in watching the Moon reflecting on the ones that sway.
Then I was taken by the swishy swore of the bouncy Sea rolling as the tide came in.
I just so happen to be taking a much deeper breath as the stars lit up like shields of sheer.
Breathless I just took it all in, over and over again until I saw there was truly no end.
Marveled, just down right marveled at the time I already just simply spend,
Then I saw a most wondrous bumbling bee, soaring aimlessly through Majestical Land. 
All in a single moment with time to spare, I saw balls of bouncing thunderous lights.
Then it was a much greater reach for a more logistical articulate helping hand.
Then I saw big white fluffy balls unfolding in the heavenly quaking open sky.
One by one colliding atop the luxury of just floating or shuffling them self right on by.
Marveled, downright marveled at what was passing me by, I just knew I’d die.
I absolutely was standing beneath the Majesties undeniably clever designated plans.
I saw blueprints and designs above the weighty scales and receipts.
What strategy for self-defeat with the books I write and keep!
Hooting and hollering cheering louder in Majestical Land, with my brilliant plan!
But then I was carried all the way back to the toppling stack,
The Majestical Land amazingly had not one single little lack.
“Marveling I tell you”! “Just down right Marveling”! 



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Beautiful Fields

I lay here sleeping with the smell of jasmines in the air. One brushes against me 
lips and I enjoy every minute of this. The clouds dance about my head, peacefully 
enchanting my mind. A black cat comes and lay's on my chest I awake to 
knowing everything's just fine. I capture the smell of the ocean, I stand before it 
with my white dress flowing flowing in the air. I think why be anywhere but here in 
these wide, open, beautiful field?


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Stepping Downwards

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be? 
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird? 
It's plump and it has all shades of brown

I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins 

I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face

In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude 
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude

I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff 
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family 

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises

Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair 
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair 

How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe 
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness 

I must stop stepping downwards 
Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire 
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations 

I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the 
stairway's handlebars 

Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground 
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound 

About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it 
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together 
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma

I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:

"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"

I start the cycle all over again in July 

This time,
I won't fail to do my missions 


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Vesture

We do listen to doctrines and their voices
with each demand and the multitude of choices
each screaming that they all should be heard
but softly threads the velvet of your Word

Each gentle line beckons with it's bliss
it's enchantment no hearing can resist
and weaves it's filament and fabric in our mind
the tapestry woven in time and Love divine

Every cord is gathered in his sight
seamed together like universe so tight
joined with stitches that make a pattern clear
till the clothing takes it's shape and we it wear

Does garment he every flower of the grass
and clothe all nature with beauty to surpass
yet fear we do our care he will not take
among mankind learned we that Love to fake

Surely you are worth more than many bird
yet if one of them suffers our God has heard
why think you that our Father does not care
when the evidence of our cosmos with us share

And yet for those who have opened up their ear
who want to know and comprehend vastly clear
you unite understanding thread by thread
by it's continuity and shape are we led

And so garmented was not Solomon in array
like the majesty of vestment in our earth display
and so grandly loomed before us is it's vision
for to tear it and it shred is adversaries mission

For the Fabric of the Truth is stained by Lies
the vesture of the priesthood containing blinded eyes
that if you follow their teaching and their thread
the material that consists of Life found dead

There to string us all along does Satan twist
the outward picture that within full of death consist
for the vestments of priesthood does outward shine
but whats torn and tattered inside would you find

But robed in Truth came the Son of God to land
and his attire the the glory of teaching grand
for to dress us in a garment that bares of Light
and to present us worthy of our Fathers sight

Gods invitation to the wedding and it's feast
has been made to the greatest and the least
cast he out will those with clothing of the beast
for Jesus has been made for us High Priest

For Jesus has adorned with his own wealth his bride
and given her his virtue where it will within reside
she will serve the nations set by his side
her purity by fire and devotion has been Tried

For himself has provided the the clothing of her gown
the gold and silver and priceless gems where on her crown
for they will share in his glory and proclaim Gods renown
for from the heavens the marriage will let Light down

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Freewill

The Son of God has shared his bread
Words that've given Life unto the dead
the taste of it in the mouth is sweet
but bitter the revelation when complete

You have sent your call to the sons of men
to leave all harm and to turn from sin
recognize what is seated on one's heart within
examine his Way so true Life can begin

He demonstrated power over laws we cannot see
calmed the waters and the storms intensity
repaired those malformed and raised beloved dead
even on his disciples occurred his fear and dread

Able to stay those with malicious reason
leaders who followed the adversary's treason
the energy of his virtue did Love in us instill
praised his God and Father the doing of his will

Those possessed of demons verily did set he free
manifest with power what kind of King to be is he
controlled decrees of nature altered every injury
a taste of his future what in Jesus kingship will be 

A basket of bread and fishes a gift of plentitude
we who love his coming give praise and gratitude
tender hearted kindness for those seeking Love and Truth
forgiveness of our errors the offenses of our youth

For God has subjected all things to his Son
the earth and the heavens till Jehovah's will be done
power over all elements Fathers gift to him
to repair the earth and heal the effects of sin

For who can walk on water or alter natures course
fully demonstrated he was from the Fathers source
We hail Gods King his government do we choose
distressing the pain of who so many lives will lose


Like his Father he does empowerment of nature wield
this time all in habitation will unto him yield
those who refuse will become carcasses on the field
as the truth of their hearts all shall have been revealed

From the East unto the West will lay the bodies slain
those who practice harm and cause their family pain
for the Throne of God will regain its rightful place
men who do not follow Love will our King erase


again too long for Poetry Soup
link to full piece...
www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=324822800980


sources
Jeremiah 16 , 17:9-10 , 25:30-33 Isaiah 64 & 65 & 66 
Ezekiel 2:1-10 3:1-3 Matthew 14:19-36 John 6 Acts 8:26-40
1Corinthians 4:5 Hebrews 11:1-3 
Apocalypse 10:9 18 & 19 & 20:1-6


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Salome

Beauty of the Maliced-Night Come to me, Wake me up Forlorn I've been for Centuries My heart beckons for the day of the thought of You Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through The Iron-Gate that held me too You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way How can I refuse? The dust and sand of the desert's wane Has left myself to Blame The lust and land of the Desert's Wane Suffocated me with the forlorn days I've met you my lover I've met you my execution I've met you my Loving Shame I've met you my Salome Salome, Selfish Lover Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In Salome, my Beauty The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane The Lust and Loving Shame Has left Myself to Blame I've Met You My Salome


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God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


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Throne of My Heart

Always know God will come before you
for you cannot save me from the things that I do
Where I fail and where I fall down
only God can lift and give me a crown

Though I may love you with all of my heart
the path to truth Jesus gave me my start
the only reason I can see you now
because my will to the Lord do I bow

Sodom and Egypt is where I was raised
the death of Love was wasted away
Like the children and Moses was I a slave there
only for comfort of body did care

The beauty men sought was only skin deep
In the cage of their slavery sought my soul to keep
To find my freedom my soul ran away
In the wilderness with God sought to stay

Upon the mountains and by waters shore
there he showed me what was in store
with his command my mouth was to speak
But so like Moses my voice is so weak

Move you do me through those who lie cheat and steal
those who's heart lost capacity to feel
Know I will you leave behind
if the Word of God within do not find

The eyes of God so search the earth
for those who will receive new birth
He will produce a people who are clean
who will rule with Jesus over everything

He will cleanse a land polluted
remove from it those who truth diluted
those who Love he will purify
remove from the earth all those who lie

sources Ez 33 1Cor 6:9 1John
Song of Solomon Apocalypse 
chapters 1-3 21-22

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
 


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Prince of Darkness

Oh Prince of Darkness gilded gold
your heart to hatred you have sold
dispair is your path and lot
for the worship you have sought
 
Into the fall you did man lead
through the veil of his need
through the heart of his last gift
the sting of sin in life did lift
 
And priceless love that flits beyond the grasp
and sing the sorrow of things lost long past
When mourn we for the loss of Love
and barred to the gates of heaven above
 
The aching heart spans within the time we wait
ever seeking for it's place the gardens state
to wish upon the morrow that we be born again
to innocence return and to be free from sin
 
Oh the bitter dregs and bitter lees
the life thats brought us to our knees
and broken are the wings that soar
with hopelessness in hearts that roar
 
Oh the flutes in dirage sing
and the pipes of shades do ring
sackcloth and ashes have become our clothes
when the truth of life's exposed
 
Dispair the earth is covered
by the god who's gilding hovers
darkness is recieved as light
So rules the king of night
 
The verdant plains are burned and scorched
shelter from the storms no more
and the skies above clothed black
to pay for all the things we lack
 
Death has become a living thing
there are no more songs to sing
payment for the sins we have allowed
ashes and sorrow are now our shroud
 
How this system of things erodes the soul
and the pursuits of it's desire black as coal
When noble men have died and gone
We mourn their loss in dirage and song
 
Like a painting you have framed yourself
and taken those who worship god with stealth
for one woman the angel fell
and many others does history tell
 
Crushed the spirit within denied
because a life of sin applied
the choice was always ours alone
the wraith of death has touched our bone
 
priestcraft has brought them down
til no hope of truth be found
Hatred for humans the name of his game
and hearts that burn within his shame
 
What looks good in outer shell
contains within the seeds of hell
Loyalty and honor things of the past
as he holds the world within his grasp
 
All things die in the realm of sin
an angels hand was the first begin
decieved was she who believed
knowing not the intent recieved
 
Book and candle you have placed in my hand
and light from their guidence I understand
the depth of darkness in minds that are locked
and hardness of heart where truth is blocked
 
Sources Gen. 3 Gen.6:1-11 Ezekiel chptr 27-28
Lam. Matt. 4:1-11 Rev. 12-17

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Sadducee

How many will before you come that day
Mighty works in your name did we
our deeds were there for all to see
and before the assemblage we pray

How many were there lacking bread
you didst these things to be seen of men
but hypocrisy does lay within 
you didst not give but prayed instead

You did only what you wanted to
though your deeds expand the globe
the truth in heart what God will probe
to Jesus voice you've not been true

To be seen by others as good your pride
you did not minister to his sheep
did not awaken those who are asleep
and your neighbor was naked and hungry died

Before the idols in worship you fall
like the heathen you are the same
to our Father you did give no fame
and pagan celebrations fill your hall

The widows and fatherless you forsook
with comfort you did not fill their need
your only desire for praise to succeed
and in your coffers their money took

For you have sought the praise of men
if it is the worlds recognition you seek
then not with God is your heart complete
and all deeds designed to be seen of them

You have not followed our Lords example
other humans you idolize
within heart the truth despise
by your actions the truth did trample

Seek you first the Kingdom of God
for within is the greatest treasure
and breath of Love in full measure
because the path to destruction is broad

source Sermon on the Mount
Romans 2:29 Ephesians 6:6
Galatians 1:10 1Thess 2:4

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Searching

I walk and walk the many miles for you.
I give and give until I have nothing more.
I go on and on until I drop or fall,
But I’m searching deep because I search for it all.
Everyday I die more inside. 
Eaten alive by myself inside of my core,
Because I’m left alive with life that only I can sort through!
I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high.
I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow.
So I’ll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me.
I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes?
Everyday I’m alone and it’s nowhere that I go,
Even when it’s my thoughts that I clearly identify!
I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light.
I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day.
I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me.
Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see.
Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay.
But I’m left alone with reality in sight.
I just want so much for you and me.
I even want the same air that you breathe.
I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe.
Searching for you I’m with all that I can ever be!
Everyday I’m straightened by what my eyes can see,
But now I’m alone with what’s left alive and what didn’t flee.
So I’ll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
 


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Old Man Winter {Choka}

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
water runs amidst

towering white pines
standing in complete solace
above canyon ridge

melting ice pellets
pumps from bleeding hearts vineyard 
sowing escalates





So Glad Winter Is Over   LOL


New Entry  For Raul Moreno's
Sounds Of Nature Contest

GL All


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Accursed

Today the leaves again dance in the wind
the view of it I never want to end
when the trees do move and sway
reminders that we all live within this day

All across the earth do live we here
and it's beauty wondrous is near
the wind brushes upon my skin
and I know the same touches other men

How close we are connected in it's themes
having all the same abundant hopes and dreams
to live and caress another soul
whose lovingkindness makes us whole

The wind itself embraces round the earth
touches everyone who here lives in birth
Seasons rains and sun impacts us all
within the universe are we all so small

Glistening dew upon the fields of grass
for me the seasons move far to fast
softly clothed are flowers who begin the spring
God has arrayed so beautifully everything

Mysteries of universe and earth
curiously probe we upon their birth
everlasting hills that never die
our lives so short must we ask why

how few of us depth of consideration give
to the endless cosmos which in we live
stretches vastly beyond the points we see
and paints us pictures and dream eternity

Short lived we are by all that does surround
till return do we to dust of ground
God's love has so preserved our universe
and within we die because of curse

sources Gen.3 Matt.6:25-34 Is 40:22

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Shed Thy Snakeskin

Move into the future with a true presence.
There is more to see and way more to do.
It is a life with everything you ever knew.
Shed thy snakeskin with your own essence.
 
Way up high sits the purest quintessence.
Up above each Star lights a way for you,
Even these skies are a creamier baby blue.
Nonsense is ordained by its only innocence.
 
 
There is always a better way.
It is always for you and me.
It is always by night and day.
Where we should already be!
 
 
Imagine you did shed every bit of that snakeskin you carry around.
You will lose or you will win, either or I’m aptly located as found!


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The Rose

tainted by morning dew
hearlding fresh aroma bursts
escalating a lasting smile thats


raidiant as the virgin snow
opening and unfurling petals 
sprouting new beginings that
envelopes it's natural  beauty




Entry For Brian Strand's
Bloom Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

One day

One day the world will be at peace with the loss of violence and war.
One day everyone will be treated equal and respect will be shared between all people.
One day we may know what the meaning of life is, and then realize we new it all along.
One day there will be no more animal fights.
One day we will find love and dedicate our life, heart and soul to that one special person.
One day when all I have said happens the world will sigh with happiness and everyone will feel 
true ecstasy.
On that day that far away day we will know true happiness I hope that day comes soon.


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Animal Is Me

I am animal 
Locked and caged 
Tucked away for safe keepings 
To be used up 
Until your cup runneth over 

My rage is within 
So my angry roars back 
My nails are clipped 
So not to scratch at your soul 

When you look at me 
Do you see God? 
A reflection of one's self 
That penetrates through your blood 
Can you wipe my tears? 
Or must you cover your fears? 

Have you placed me here to rest, 
Or allowing me to take my place? 
Coming to voice 
Soon comes to power 
You can only kill my thunder for so long 
Before my lighting strikes you... 
A tortoise in carapace only staggers momentarily 
Before it SNAPS back 
A cocoon only exist 
For the manifestation of flight 

Kingdom Rights 
May doom your life 
Once order is misplaced 
Its nothing time can't erase 

Animal is me


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Burden

Take my yoke upon you and learn of me
counsel from Jesus if Father would you see
harden not your hearts enter into his rest
only by conversion can your soul be blessed
 
Who does know the things God has prepared
only those to whom Jesus revealing shared
for the carnal man cannot spiritual things believe
but the heavenly mind from Gods spirit receive
 
Search your hearts O inhabitants of the land
till you find the God of our Father Abraham
the Son of God anointed Jesus declared his fame
how is that those worshiping do not know his name
 
Jehovah said unto our Lord this I will complete
sit here at my right hand tread your enemies neath your feet
he will judge the nations and render them their due
for like a plague wickedness contaminates whats True
 
The Judges and the Prophets with God did take their stand
he appointed Jesus Lord and King to take all things in hand
to enter into his kingdom the Truth you must Know
for naked is all hearts and minds existing here below
 
Your name oh Father false prophets have removed
but within your servants hearts by spirit is imbued
your fame oh Father anointed Jesus has proclaimed
your Son the Beloved appointed King has been named
 
And glory he gives to them who lives
and walk in honor sow
for on his path does wonder last
be they to him that know
do you within of tradition men
annul Gods written word
because without within their doubt
prevents it's being heard
sources Psalm 83:18 110:1
sermons of Jesus
 
Matt 11:27-30 22:44
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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Double Mind

Who told you 
             to be afraid
of those who hate justice
 
What has happened 
             that you let slide
      love , joy , peace , gentleness
forbearance, goodness
             meekness , faith , and hope
 
When did become you 
                                                  a slave
to the vanities of the nations
 
Where did the exaltation
                of loving-kindness
         disappear
 
Why did you hide
            the light in your heart
 
Those oppressors of opinion
           where peer pressures
you to run
       to reveling and debauchery 
       greed and drunken promiscuity
a man of ingenuity
                             is hailed to renown
but a man of virtue
          and trust     is thrown down  
Those who sit in laughter
                             of the broken         and infirm
Whose contempt and arrogance 
                             did no understanding learn
Benevolence of a person
                              is in mockery reviled
Charity for those less fortunate
and jests               the violations of a child
                     Can you not decide
what character you will wear
                     conform to some pompous ass
whose opinions you don't share
          to sit long hours in drink
and think           abuse and rape a joke
           minds that are truly clouded
and disappeared like smoke
The nations sell the lies
                             like many sacks of grains
dense clouds of darkness
                             conceals what truth remains
These are some decisions 
                            that all in life will face
consider carefully your choices
                            once set can't be erased
 
Galatians 5:17-22
 
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Great White Shield

Held prisoner under His Stars, 
I have fallen under the shadows of THE “Great White Shield”.
At a distance, those shimmering lights covered over me.
Built on THE highest plains, I stand parallel even when His rains come down.
My wall stands tall as my fate is promised and sealed.
I see my passage through time as I hold sturdy to my only God given ground.
I am all that I know I can ever be.
Confined by a little world where all that there is has been lost or found,
My bleeding wall holds my “ ALMIGHTY’S Great Armored White Shield“.
Balanced with time even when His rains are pouring down!
It stands to serve and to protect the best of the living me.
Layer by layer it builds with the strength it has lost or found.
For, I am all that is genuinely real.
Conditioned by my endurance, His Stars my eyes still can see.
Ruling the way that I move, His existence is wrapped tightly and I abound.
Parallel on His plains, a sturdy wall I did gradually help Him build.
My wall protects the only person inside of me.
I secure my only ground as I hold onto His “Great White Shield”.
I am all that I have ever truly found.
When the rains pour down on me, 
I stand atop of all His battled ground.
When I am all with my realest deal,
I am all that can or will be found.
When I am all that I know I can ever be,
I carry a strength that alone I can build.
I am the carrier of my Almighty’s Great White Shield”.


®Registered: 1998  Ann Rich


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Children of the Sky

A day with no Sun, no Stars and no wind,
A lifetime of lifetimes is in the womb you grow.
You are the children of the sky with the seeds I sow.
You are enriched and fertile in the lands I tend.

A night with no Moon no day and no end,
A world of worlds of knowledge you all know.
You are the children of the sky and to the winds you shall blow.
In the seeds your sown is your mother and your best friend.

You are of the sky,
You are perfect today,
Boundless and high,
And you know the way.

Reach up and look to see,
The wind blowing inside of me!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2004


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Proof of Love

How the breath of Love has touched my heart
though not worthy to look upon it's face
Never from it's embrace should I depart
It has cleansed the crimson of disgrace
 
Now the halls of Merlin have been cast down
their sacrifices you do not recieve
upon the temples of the pagans do you frown
even though profess they do believe
 
The temple of the heart is where you dwell
and in the work of those whose hands are clean
not in the churches who believe in hell
and produce a people who are mean
 
Where ritual and idols meant to fool
with words and voices meant to sooth
and palliative of teaching is it's tool
an emollient which do not sins remove
 
Does not the knowledge of your heart within
the priests who shadow flocks in fear
show you these are the works of men
and to God they never will draw near
 
Love does have a form of rule
that we should always speak the truth
to be kind and good to you
by behavior will be your proof
 
Every good tree is known by it's fruit
by their fruit you shall know them. Jesus
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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The Gap

So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by.
So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end.
At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send.
I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high.

I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined.
No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned.
The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change.
It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange.

I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened.
Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told.
I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened.
It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold.

Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail.
Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight’s flaming tail.

®Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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Roots

a red sky at night
and red sky in the morning
sure has some old roots








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Waiting for you

When day's gone by,
and night's drawn in;
when most are
bound to sleep.
I'll lay a while
remembering you;
safe, in my dreams to keep.
Where none will know,
those sultry times;
our souls will wander free;
'till death will bring us
close again,
and leave just you and me.


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Arisen to Shine

Breaths of life shall lead way.
From an obstacle to a stumbling stone,
From my skin to my bone,
I take breaths of life every day.
There’s no other way,
I can hear that tone,
That’s me knowing I’m not alone.
It’s meant for me each and every day.
I bow my head,
And close my eyes,
And say it’s great to be alive.
Lay down in your beds,
And rest your sleepy souls this night,
I’ve arisen to shine with morning’s light!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2005


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Beautiful Earth

Look at all the mountain tops ~ look at all the trees Looking at your seducing blue eyes ~ winking in the breeze See how tall that volcano goes? And smell the sweet pine trees ~ count them row by row See as far as the sky spreads And look at the sunsets ~ pinks, oranges, and reds Feel the green grass on your feet and toes Feel the blistering cold against your nose Watch the wildlife prance this Earth Look at all the value our world is worth See the moon drift across the sky? Do you see all the stars ~ how high? You always wonder just how much I love you Most of the things, you probably already knew Although I seem to have a hard time to describe Look at this Earth ~ being with you I'm alive! I am to you as delicate as a rose The beauty of our world ~ I love you, baby ~ it shows


Details | I do not know? | |

June-uary

june-uary
where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek






Details | Narrative | |

The Burning Veil

My eyes were opened to a bright red burning veil.
Sun scorched and Moon dried,
It was fried!
But, I brought it some water in a crystal blue pale.
The more it burned higher went the scale,
God knows that I at least tried.
There was just nowhere to hide.
But, I wasn’t about to fail.
 
I put the veil in the water and made it wet.
I held it to the Sun and the Moon to air dry.
The veil melted and glowed where it was set.
It was sparkling and made me want to cry.
Perception had been weakened to what it really should be.
At least, that’s what the burning veil conveyed to the truth inside of me!
 


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My Dearly Departed

In this world, I can see many faces of you and me,
Boundlessly free with our new abilities to breathe!
I am a dime per every one dozen collecting my fee.

You see, it is just you and me rising upon this day.
Together we do be and forever on our merriest way.
It is just another day for you and me to pitch a say.

We are one word away you see my dearly departed,
We can all bail ship or get this whole thing restarted.
Or, we can confirm that which became our imparted.

Love me now and hate me later,
Or, love me later and hate me now.
Either or my dearly departed hater,
I impart onto you my Poof Bam Pow!

® Registered: Ann Rich 2009


Details | Sonnet | |

The Keeper

I was washed ashore with Mountains looking over me and I could hear roaring Seas.
The sand covered me and my toes curled with sand dollars by the dozens.
I saw dolphins gaming and fish were everywhere, I even met their distant cousins.
The Sun was shining down on me and the Moon was jealous but the clouds gave way.

And I looked up to see the Stars shining and they told me it’s a most perfect day.
Salted lips and these palms fanned, I knew right then I was meant to be.
I stood alone at the shore and blue skies fled taking notice of little old me.
I was touched and moved balancing these visions I began to breathe.

I thought I was by myself, but I wasn’t, not this time.
Looking up I say leave me alone, be gone I’m on my own.
Looking down I am amazed at how truly this is so sublime.
You are the keeper of my secrets and I am of all the unknown.

Shining down upon me you are always standing right there,
Here I shall share myself with you and then I will begin to care. 

® Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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Five Glychostones

There’s five glychostones and they’re hid very well.

One is a link to the future of a God given Grace.
One is a key to all of the boxes stuffed with mail.
One is a code to an ancient mystery and is a case.
One is a seed that grows throughout all the lands.
Moreover, the last is a main element for survival!

So we go journeying for the glychostones in the kingdom halls up in hands,

What a redemptive Holy revival!
Hands in hands they shall all go.
Not one, but two knows their way.
Just hope and always, always pray!
And never simply say I don’t know!

Just search for the five glychostones enriched in its purest true value,
Moreover, each has essential life sustaining merits of valor or honor, 
Hands fill up in the sands when the farmer awakens inside all of you!

Just search for five glychostones and seek to explore all you can do,
Each glychostone reaps in merits and honors ordained pure and true.

You will find every single one of them decked out in crystallites’ blue!
You are splendid with many abundant blessing hands upon your lands!


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A HOT PATCH

All the wayward words
mock me for inadequacy.
I remain detached from meaning, 
emigrating to eloquence of wordless solitude.
The hymen breaks.
Dumb poems cry. I don’t want to be buried
in ruins of daydreams.

Sandstorms have a strange melancholy, holocaust.
A legitimate uprooting of faith. 
Sometimes I feel a hot patch
of sun on my face.
One moon away was my cool,
abode in a green painting,
but the frost never melted.


This darkness is only companion, 
I will talk to winds.
The comments on riddles will continue. 
A selection of memories,
will make my meditation.
The friction in history was shame.
May be love will win.


Satish Verma


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Don't leave it too late

Rekindle the laughter,
blood, tears and sweat.
Live life 'till it's full,
no regrets left...


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Wangari Muta Maathai

Mother of the forest green
Across a complicated boundary
Of loyalties
I bring you esteem for life
Surging through the forest heart
You are a shade
The brains of it, the blood
That bled from the umbilical movement
Of its urge to be

I heard Kilmanjaro thunder
Rain was about to fall
I saw the pregnant cloud
Black and strong
Bountiful with the juice of wind
Wangari Muta
Maathai, the mother
Of the green revolution
I saw the new morning
Forbidding the rape
Of a beautiful body kindling desire
From the first fire
Of creation
The thunder broke sweat
Like a river from the sky
Pouring your veins
Content in a movement
Protecting the innocence of the trees

It was a beginning
That marked
The end of Arap Moi footsteps
Up the mountain of power
O you made so
Beautiful hour
Your courage after the blow
That's the moment
I loved you
The martyr for the trees.










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BALLERINA DANCER

SPINNING TO AND FRO 
WATCHING YOUR FACE AS YOU BEGIN TO BLOW 
ROUND AND ROUND TUMBLING TO AND FRO 
SPINNING AND SPURTING LIKE A SAILOR
CURSING AND RUNNING LIKE THIN AIR 
WATCHING AS PEOPLE WALK ROUND IN YOUR HEAD 
FALLING AND CURSING 
SEEMING TO NO END 
FOLLOWING YOUR MIND LIKE 
A SHALLOW TAP SOCKET 
EVER SO GENTLY YOU TWIRL 
AND SPIN 
ROUND AND ROUND 
CURSING AND SPURTING TO AND FRO 
BALLERINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW 
GASPING AND BREATHING TO YOUR DISMAY 
BALARINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW


Details | I do not know? | |

Friends Forever

You have been there always
For many hours and days
A friend that I need
A brother that I love
We are like birds in the sky
But not like turtledoves
More like eagles that soar together
Two sprits inside one feather
And our friendship will stay constant
It will always last forever...


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Life's Up's And Downs

life sure has it's 
up's and downs

but this is no reason 
to wear such a sad 
looking frown

for the sun still rises 
escapading her crown

as the wind silently whistles 
to a flutal sound

birds and butterflies flutter 
amidst grassy carpet mounds

children's laughter how profound
little toes buried in sands ground

aqua velvet splashguarding abound
rockbeds and lighthouses I found

so family and friends 
let's gather around 

and go out and even 
hit some new found towns

for life may seem to have 
it's up's and downs but

refuse to wear a 
such sad looking frown

for if not for our savoir
blessing this earth's ground

there would be nothing left but peeps
and wispered uttered sounds



Go Out And Enjoy Life
And Nature Too

Listen To The Whispers Of The Wind


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Dear heart of mine

Note while you play steady rhythm
How I tirelessly go about my business
Tending to daily chores
Dealing with issues and problems
Loving and learning to love those around me
Constantly trying to accept things I cannot change
Longing for a lifetime of peace
To be at one with nature
At rest and alone with my dear heart


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Off The Road Again

Off the road again
Just our ATV's 
And some good friends
Hitting the trails 
And winding bends
Starting and Making
Some new and different trends
On our ATV's once again
Cleaning the mud and gunk
From our teeth that just blends
With our armor that continues to defend
The king of off road that just wants to send
A here's mud in your eye to all 
My good buddies and friends




Tribute To ATV's
Here's Mud In Your Eye   LOL


Love Kathy & Jenny
Maybe Next Song Too


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I do

As I lay down close beside you,
in the stillness of the night.
I can hear your breathing penetrate, 
the peaceful pulse of life.

I move up close and hold you,
feel the warmth your body glows.
I know the depth of love within your face, 
each line - a story holds.

You turn your face to see me,
I feel each move you make.
You hold me tight but tenderly,
as we cherish the love we take.

And we plan our lives before us,
the babes that we shall raise;
at a time that's right for all we must
for it's life that we create.

A love to share forever.
A gift from me to you
For life is so much to treasure - 
I give my all  - in vows, ' I do'.


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Don't lose our love

Father please stop yelling,
your voice booms all around.
We got so used to hearing it – 
we switch off to the sound.

Oh yes it’s true we hear you
but your voice is now a noise;
it’s not what you say – that we can hear,
just abusive, boystrous tones.

If you stop a while, take time to think -
And plan what you might say?
Maybe you’d talk instead of shout,
and then we’d respond and work things out.

But while your respond in dulcid tones,
whilst all we hear is put downs, moans.
While all you do is scream and yell,
you’ll push us away – so far until…

You’ll lose our love, and all respect,
we’ll grow up not knowing loving yet;
run to the first who shows interest,
repeat history, life of whole regret…

You’ll lose our love, so stop this now,
teach us to love , to talk things through.
We’re not so bad, you’ll see us now,
And as a unit we’ll learn to grow…and flourish…

Make you proud, you’ll see.
Make you understand your love of me,
Be still, be heard – in quiet reserve,
with dignity, respect, and glee…

be proud.


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Natural memories

Count the days in the garden.
Let love bloom all around.
Recognize the peace,
there is harmony in the sky.
With each and every leaf or bud -
new breath, a miracle.
Make memories unforgettable,
garnish them with thoughtful floral fragrance.
Add that loving laughter, those smiles.
Create that sense of magic,
and cherish natures dance.


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Garden of the King

Herein among the furrowed rows
sun ripened cucumbers and leek
twine the grape upon their stakes
tender shoots of produce grow replete
 
Where honeysuckle alongside jasmine
with tendrils climb the rocken wall
rainbow pigments a mosaic
like earthen shades within the fall
 
Fair beauty ministers the grounds
drifts perfume of plumaria and rose
wafts lavendar with scents of cardemom 
with limestone pathways for barefoot toes
 
Here garlands do adorn the gates
though there be no need for walls
with granite stairs her entries are
alabaster benches for setting calls
 
Marble waterfalls and fountains
grace the garden of all delight
where jasper pillars support the arches
and fires light a collonade at night
 
Here the courtyard is cultivated
to entertain the compnay of Kings
but its fillagree of crowning beauty
is what the humble gardener brings
 
So like that blooming garden
your fragile grace has captured me
so captivated and entranced
my heart be taken to slavery
 
Now the gentle breezes coast
there is shelter from all storm
where pools reflect a light so clear
to birth a personality new born
 
To turn its soil with planted seeds
care to tend upon the fertile crop
whose cornucopia in depth does please
and treasured views will never stop
 
One Archetech this courtyard built
next to the castle temple grand
spans the torrent river valley
where the trees of life do stand
 
This is the garden of Gods healing
here the taught do love its sight
where tender hearts can bloom and grow
nothing dangerous here to fight
 
Lay hold upon the real life
for far better things for you are planned
but only Jesus can lead you through
the final weeding of his land
 
sources Is 11 , 35 , 55, 65 
Apocalypse 21 , 22
 
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