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Details | Concrete | |

The Nose

 
                                                           
                                                            Though 
                                                          My 
                                                       Nose,
                                                    Small
                                                And
                                              Not
                                          Well 
                                        Formed,
                                     Still
                                  I like it
                               For I 
                           Can
                        Smell
                     You,
                  Very 
               Lovely
            Scent-
            Your
             Poetry, 
                 Perfume
                      For my soul!


Details | Haiku | |

It is now

Ain't a word, you said.
but it takes a daring gust 
for things start to be.


Details | Quatrain | |

The Owl and the PusyCat Sail

Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.

The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.

Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.



Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Rhyme | |

Unrequited Love

While transient love is all I yearn for now,
A state of panic engulfs as I imagine.
When my life takes a decisive turn
Hair white, wrinkled face and lack of sin. 

Will I see shadows of myself?
Will my contagious grime enthuse my sons?
Have I discovered my faults too late?
Can my heart endure those countless revolutions? 

Inhabiting my substance, torturing my world.
A life full of faults and guilt knotted.
I travel aimlessly for an ounce of peace.
Disturbed and heart so cruelly destructed.

My parents whom I did not revere,
Their love, I never answered.
Their forgiveness, I never asked for.
Those words of love, I always stammered.

Oh! Those heart beats, when I came hurt.
My letters, they never threw away.
Their magnificence, and my bag of sins.
A false remorse every single minute of the day.

Have I drowned in my own forever.
Or is this realisation a guide for the lost?
It’s never too late to ask for clemency.
Certainly not late to fulfil the unrequited love.

Forgive me for all I have done.
Let no one in this world have unrequited love.


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Rhyme | |

Skin Deep Beauty

Skin Deep Beauty

This man covered in tattoos in reds and greens and blues
Wanted everyone to see his art
So he put it in his will that he hopes they will fulfill
That in his death his skin will do its part
He wants it tanned and stretched, hung where it can be sketched
By anyone who happens to come by
He says I’ll be the donor, just the former tattoo owner
The Gallery can hang it when I die
Some say it is perversely, he says the controversy
Is just because most people are too squeamish
They say beauty is skin deep; he just wants his skin to keep
But maybe that’s a little too extreamish

Mdailey	6/2/12

Geoff Ostling has willed his skin to the National Gallery in Canberra, Australia
But the National Gallery has not yet agreed to his bequest.
I am sure if you Google his name you will be able to see for yourself just what he is offering the gallery.  


Details | Villanelle | |

Honey, I Love You!

Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
I swear, cross my heart and hope to die, if, I lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

You’re that someone that I want to share my stew
Come home, let’s fulfill our dreams, and don’t cry
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true

I float, like clouds in the sky each time I touch you
‘Cos of tingling shocks and warmness of your pie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

I miss your love, your caring and your sensual view
The sweet kisses too, you’re giving every time I fly
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true 

Wish you believe my words, even if you’ve no clue
For I know no more how to prove that I did not lie
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you

Listen to your heart and not to a dreadful gossip
Twirling like migraine, that’s why you can’t sleep
Honey, I love you! And what I say is damn true
O can’t you feel, I really wanted to be with you 







Details | Quatrain | |

TO SHAKESPEARE WITH ADMIRATION

He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.    


Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears, 
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!


I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!     


I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father; 
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?


He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!    


Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep; 
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!  


Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "


Details | Elegy | |

Everyday Regrets

        Every Everyday I feel the same old mistakes brushing up my leg and heading 
striaght for my heart. Trying make me sting... stupid memories, I can't shake them away 
and they just make me feel everyday regrets. I knew you were leaving, I could feel it 
inside. Yet it seemed like life just kept moving on... it never let me stop for a minute 
to see how you were doing and I blame myself for not saying good bye. Sometimes I cry 
when I think about you... sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go see you. One more 
mistake and my heart keeps on aching. I'm not ready for this but even so it kills me. 
Everyday regrets about the times i'll never forget and the things I never got to say. I 
know your looking down on me trying to console me but in my mind everything went wrong 
and I wasn't even there... you just passed right along and I couldn't even hold your 
hand. I wanted to be there... I had grown up a lot since this ever ending roller coaster 
ride and just as I was getting off the dizziness still hadn't worn off. You were taking 
away in the middle of the night... I wasn't even there and that makes me sad. I didn't 
hear you voice... I didn't show any remorse and it hurts me deep inside that I will never 
see your heart beat again or see you talk to me like you used to do. Everyday Regrets and 
I keep on blaming myself in a story that just won't ever end and will continue until I 
see your face again. I won't forget, I will remember... I disappointed you and that's all 
I can say for now goodbye is hardly the words I ever wanted to say. But now your gone and 
i'm living with everyday regrets.


Details | Lyric | |

Let's Write A Poem

Here’s my plea: Let’s write a poem for the world to read;
And in it is a message that all can relate or heed;

Encourage others to pick a pen instead of a gun;
With this poem let people be taught to bond 

all spirits, whether in distress or in joy with a smile;
This poem we write be a reminder that life is fragile;

That peace is at hand, only if we want to achieve;
People will learn to greet enemies and they shall be received;

All of us can write, whether you’re white, black, or brown;
Just believe in what you can do; and not to aspire the crown

Of hate, if you dare tomorrow comes without tears,
Nor will there be worries of living in fears;

With this poem, people will burst not
In paroxysm of rage, but, be inspired to share a lot

Such as love, hope, or maybe, just give a friendly kiss;
You know, it’s easy to write a poem, than writing peace.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Boat Of Happiness

Friendship is a ship
   that sails from heart to heart,
it lingers at every port
   'until it's cargo is gone and ready to part.

It leaves behind a bundle of love
   a crate of hugs and a box of kisses.
It sets sail when the call is given
   and touch bases at ports it misses.

As its cargo-it does not carry,
   tons of hate nor pecks of deceit,
or bushels of dishonesty.
   But, it does carry bunches of discreet.

If you ever see this ship,
   do not let it pass you in the dark,
because the friendship is a ship
   that sails from heart to heart.


Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 2

Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed silent Sami Al-Khalili, but not “Only In Winter”
That’s a real cool idea, and I said, how about in “The Field Of Summer”
Dame Marcyle Beer offered her place, called “Welcome To Fort Beer”

A rising star Taryn Melville proudly breezed in: saying “I Am From…”
But, party guy Anthony Slauson showed us his “Fingers of Freedom” 
Leaving noble Alyssa Finley’s young mind fixated in “Dreams Come”

A free verse expert JeanMarie Marchese of Homosassa, uttered “Slow”
Let snow lover Linda Smith tell us first her “Footprints In The Snow”
Indeed, we’ve our time to introduce ourselves, before “The Cockcrow”

Sweet Elaine George arrived, when the night still had a “Tender Heart” 
With a special gift, for Raquel Nicholson, ‘cos she has “a broken heart”
I learned that Big John Tanaskow did not wish to go “Back At the Start”

The party made poetic Mark Hansen expressed himself, in “Cloud Nine”
Perhaps he had consumed much of shy type Nicola Steel’s “Plumy Wine”
For he was too excited, to meet a bright Seema Ali, on a “Poetry Online”

Before the party was over, Juanita Ganir, sprung from her “Sacred Well”
And, old Londoner Matt Doe spoke, of his mighty “Showdown In Hell”
To a sexy Tamiviolet Manchas, but, she xoxoxo urged him, “Don’t Tell”

Many thanks, to photographer William Jones, for his “Living In Color”
A souvenir that reflects my own plea to “Make Me Whole, Once More”
A plea to everyone, to all friends, to remember that “My Name Is Thor”


Details | Blank verse | |

Mirrors

I don't like mirrors.


Details | Verse | |

My Words

Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, 
and not necessarily my reality;                                     
and that’s what is so beautiful about writing

You can be who you want to be on any level 
and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be;  
or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys,                                                                        or places that some don’t even think exist

They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry 
and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere
My words are a reflection of my heart 
and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear
they deliver reality doses  whether they are just cases, 
or me in the absolute right here

My words exude positive intentions; 
my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections 
and reversed dejection  
and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul 
and temptations

Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free
They provide a medium of light and creativity
A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency
My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be
They reflect what I was before         
the choices I’ve made and the reasons that this life is perfect 
according to divine order

They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time 
because up until now, 
the ending wasn’t within reach so I make sure that I
carefully choose the format and the right place and time 
to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – 
of the abstract placements of verbs
giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice 
connected to my words
I am the originator of my own words
I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained
by the process by which I've placed my words


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


Details | Free verse | |

My Love---a very special original Japanese poem

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Verse | |

Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Elegy | |

Stranger


My heart egos and my life drained from me
Simple life I live, I act as I know all
But I know not, no, not even a little
I earnestly seek for recognitions
But my life and my heart is a hole.
An empty vessel, soulless, loveless

I have been succumb by the pain of heart aches
I have become a broken man,
Know not what my future holds
I envy those who went before me, who were acknowledge

I hold on to the little shred of hope in me, 
I am being drowned by my own sorrows.
Love, hate, a new beginning and ending of my old self never seems to happen
My wrath against my enemies is nothing for they humor me with insults.
Let not death come to me in misery and despair, 
For life is full of joy and full of sorrows.

Love me, as who would love a stranger from nowhere.
Let my sorrows be taken away by the love of many
But at last, no one would.
Don’t cry for me, for no one knows me
They came before my grave and said “who is this man?”
“Why is the name not written?”
It is not written because I am nothing
Don’t shed a tear for the stranger such as me.

Life is like a dream on a calm sea,
As the captain gracefully steer and gently moves its rudder.
The passenger puts their lives in his hands,
A calm sea is the heaven of any sailor.
“So, where is my captain?”
The wind blows every so gently,
But my heart sinks gently into the sea;
Who will mourn for the stranger?

Drowned from my grief, 
My faith begins to waver like a ship tossed around by the winnowing wind
My heaven, my calm sea turns against me as I sail the Galilean sea
“Where are thy words that calm the raging storm?”
Ay! I have no peace even in my passing.
I have not thy words of command,
For my faith has been tossed away by the hating winds,  
Shallow, empty, and broken I lay here in an unnamed grave.

Only thy mercy will guide me to the third heaven!
Let my sorrows be washed away by the blood of the innocent lamp.
Let thy words be the honey drops for mine, 
As this world knows only lies
Blinded by greed and lust, 
They seek only to destroy of what they fear.
And my sorrows are tossed away by thy promises.
For thy compassion for lost sheep is great.

"Have I found peace?"
I have, for I know my heart is at rest when my body has aged
And my salvation has come
When I died with thy Words of truth


Details | Verse | |

I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


Details | Free verse | |

The Righteousness Of Love

Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.


Details | Blank verse | |

Clock

Clock!
You sculpt the clay of my life
With your rigid hands,
Shouting your high commands through morning alarms. 
Accusations fly
As you collect your daily payment of attention.

When I find myself savoring life’s sweetness,
You sprint behind my back.
And when pain drops my heart from my chest,
You linger, rubbernecking from the wall.

You enclose the whole of my life
In that circular frame,
Ever spinning in your infinite math,
Drunk with power!

Clock!
I can take no more of your tyranny!
I can afford no more of your triple A battery lunches-
I am afraid you’ve run out of time.
So keep your hands out of my business, I’m sleeping in today.

Jacob Reinhardt							09/05/2013


Details | Free verse | |

The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


Details | I do not know? | |

Playing BlackJack with the Devil

He lay awaiting spraying cards

Beckoning with his forked tongue

Come here my son lay down your guard

Bet what you like it is only for fun

I started with a bet so small

A face arriving right at my door

The second led only to reveal

An ace of spades I had won my deal

This seems so easy it cant be true

I lay a bigger bet knowing it is due

Alas there came another Jack

He smiled at me as the devil played back

You have won again now bet it hard

You know you can beat me without any cards

Ride your luck as I did against God

And see where it takes so now bet hard

I lay the rest of all I had

Only to find the cards went bad

A five of diamonds shot out loud

Followed by the Queen as she did frown

His card was showing a souless ace

Asking for insurance I felt his embrace

I declined and waited to see with praise

He smiled as the card flopped over ..... a face

Thank you my son for your donation

Once again? He asked with quotation

I told him I have nothing more

He said dont lie you have your soul

If you win this you will be free

With all the riches and endless glee

I will even show you both cards

Double exposure for my disregard

I agreed and bet my soul

He lay both cards for the endless goal

His smile turned to laughter as he knew

His ace in the hole was on its way through

It dropped and so did my soul

I felt it pull out of my body whole

I lay in his chamber with all the rest

As I saw God next me in distress

For even he had bet his best

And lost to the one that he threw to the mess


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Exploded Revere

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

Squirrel, What is a Friend

 
It was a green semi-dry oak leaf,
 last and youngest of the family.
 She did not want to fall
 as she stared at the heinous wind
 on a cold night in late fall

Maybe it was best to jump down,
 since it’s been long
 after her family bade farewell.
 “Oh loneliness!” she mused, “you’re unbearable”
 “I can not breath, nor can I smell”

Pretty soon, a squirreled showed up
 hungry but,gleeful.
 “Oh God! why do you look so scared?”
 he asked in all his mischievous curiosity
 She replied,”I’m an orphan,lonely and snared.”
 “Wind is treacherous and life is no fun any more.”

“No! don’t say that li’l leaflet.”
 “You are so fresh,but rookie,” said the squirrel,
 “You’ll have many friends in rest of your life”
 “What is a friend?” asked the leaf
 while her desire to learn was rife

“A friend is a warm hand,
 clutching your hand in depth of the storm…
 A friend is the one who cried
 once your heart writhed in pain,” said the squirrel
 The tiny leaf smiled as her tears dried

“So, do you feel my agony in my heart now?”
 “I truly do!” replied the squirrel
 Just then a gust pulled and drifted the leaf away
 The squirrel shed tears as repined
 while she yelled “Do not cry, squirrel!”
 “Now, at least I have a friend behind”


Details | Haiku | |

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::Heaven's Ghetto::::::::::::


slip n' slide white moon space cadets glide in the shine illustrious orb
~JSLaM


Details | Rhyme | |

I Know Of Someone Holding Unforgiveness


I Know of Someone Holding Unforgiveness! I know of someone holding unforgiveness! This has led to a life of much bitterness! Toward his brother, he’s held on to a grudge. From his viewpoint, he won’t even “budge.” No matter what God’s word has clearly spoken… He’s walked with a heart that’s been broken! His son prayed that God would speak to him! That he would forgive, so God could heal him! Forgiveness is a powerful thing to do! If you want God’s mercy to flow through you! We’re not called to “hold back,” the love God’s given! Through Christ shed blood… We’re all forgiven! May the love of Christ come and touch us! It’s no secret how much God really loves us! Please come Lord Jesus! And touch our soul! May we express your love, wherever we go! May God’s gentle love, be what always binds us! HIS words; “love one another,” do remind us! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

God, I Need Your Forgiveness


God, I Need Your Forgiveness! God, I need your forgiveness, for things I’ve done! I need to be washed through the blood of your son! Please take away the heartache and pain! Help me to trust you, when I call on your name! May t take each day to really get to know you! And just take the time to say that I LOVE YOU! May my heart be humbled and broken within! And daily trust Jesus as my savior and friend! I’ll always need someone that I can lean on to! I don’t know what I’d do, if I didn’t have you! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ghazal | |

Subha ki hawa jo kashbo-o-yar lay aye

Subha ki hawa jo kashbo-o-yar lay aye
Meray chaman main naseem-e-bahar lay aye.

Tu ronaq-e-mahfil bazm-e-charagan hai sanam
Teri ada meray chehray pay nikhar lay aye.

Chamakti rahti hain ankheen abgeno ki taraha
Nigha uthi tu saroor-o-khumar lay aye.

Sakoon sa rahta hai teri suhbat main aksar
Mareez-e-ishq kay liay sabr-o-qarar lay aye.

Yeh shartay mohabat thi kay wada yad rahay
Woh sham ajab thi jo tera intezar lay aye.


Details | Rhyme | |

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming

Just When It Seems Like Life Is Overwhelming! Just when it seems like I’ve faced my darkest night… And things in life, aren’t turning out right… This is about the time, when things are falling apart! And I began to feel a lot of stress in my heart! I run to Jesus! I know that he wants to help me! He’s always here! And promises to never leave me! He sees me, and speaks words of comfort, to follow! He reminds me, that he’ll take care of today and tomorrow! He lets me know that he won’t let go of my hand! Everything I’m going through… He understands! He turns back all of the problems that are overwhelming! And I see what things my life, are becoming! I have fellowship with Jesus! Like I never had before! He’s given to me peace and hope! And much more! I’m glad I have such a wonderful friend like this! His love and joy… I don’t want to miss! Thank you Jesus! For turning my life around! And for plating my life on a solid ground! You’re all I want! And all that I’ve needed! With you as my Lord! My life has been completed! By Jim Pemberton


Details | I do not know? | |

If your not the part of the solution your the part of the problem

I’m from the hood where the politicians don’t do squat for the poor/  
I represent the modern day Black man/ 
The Black educated politician and activist that care about only one Damn 
thing when the stuff hit the fan! 
“They Damn Self!” 
It’s like a wise man once said “Never let the left hand know what the right 
hand do” meaning keep all of the right hands right and all of the left hands 
left/ 
Ever since then the tradition has been eating off the next mans death/ 
It’s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder whether I should go buy 
books or go buy a T.V,/Then again I wonder what’s wrong with these rap artists calling us
window 
shoppers like we nothing!  
Then them same rap artist turn around and beg us to go buy they C.D/ 
“Buy Black Owned!!” 
“Keep the Money in the Hood!” 
That’s all you hear/ 
We tried and it went/ 
Now at the same time I’m behind in my rent/ 
I hate the usage of the word Negroes! 
But when I look at these new condos being built all around Harlem/ 
I realize Negroes got a problem/ The rent not affordable/  
They go do what they wanna do/ just to get Negroes out of Harlem/ 
What happened to all the great MALCOLMS, MARTINS, and MARCUS/ 
Cause all we got now is a bunch of fake FARRAKHANS, SHARPTONS 
and BARRAKAS!/ nah just kidding!Hopefully not my last hope BARAK 
OBAMA! But I wonder when it’s all go stop!/ 
Cause when I look at my peoples now a days/ 
All I see is  
“I see DISASTER!! 
And realize “Yeah we still SLAVES”/ 
But the sad part is 
WE THE MASTER!!     (“let’s stop enslaving our selves”)  
By Lester Marrow


Details | Lyric | |

Zoo - Just to Amuse You

One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo
Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few
Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out
Whilst a lion’s scary roar made me shout

‘Ah! Another visitor’, said the lion annoyingly
‘Why should we entertain you?’ said he fumingly
‘What’s the point in wasting your energy and mine?
Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?’

Hearing those words I dared
Reduced the distance, still scared
Said I, ‘Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age,
Hadn’t I come to visit you, wouldn’t you be bored in your cage?’

‘The answer dwells in your question, silly girl
You humans have no heart of pearls,
The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage
Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age’

‘To meet my family, hope it doesn’t get too late
I need to eagerly meet ‘em all, my cubs, my mate
I still feel them, they are waiting for me
Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.’


I couldn’t have done that with all my might
Turned my way, delighted by a peacock’s sight
The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage
Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage

‘What is wrong? Do you want to fly?’
It turned around and looked straight at the sky
‘Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest
Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best’

‘I dance just for my love, my love for rain,
Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane
Why do I open my feathers without my mate’s presence?
Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence’

Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way
Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay
There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice
Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise

Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing
It ruled as if dungeon’s dominant king
Wow! You look so happy; what’s the reason?
‘Girl! No more fun for you, ‘coz free I’ll be from this prison’.

Two giant men came forward and opened the door
Good Lord! It’ll be free, unkind humans is just animal’s lore!
Monkey screeched, ‘Meet me soon in the nearby forest
Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest’

 Happy to see the monkey’s joy, I walked ahead
Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red
Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van
Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan

Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose?
It was clear as I read the van’s name, ‘The Great Royal Circus!’


Details | Elegy | |

The desert was a beach.

I stood by the periphery… 
gracelessly doling derivative remarks 
(all that is rhetorical in rhetoric and blatant in denial) 
upon my comrades, the dust shot Sandinistas of midsummer masochism, 
the caliphs of ‘Baltic Bay’.  
“The armistice laid flowers upon 
the salt seasoned lip of the hatch-backed hawk…” 
Blood fell passively between his heartbroken legs, 
siphoned from each and every available pore; 
the oxygenated irony of pneumatic Gnosticism: 
“The desert was a beach.” 
They say that war is a catalytic catharsis, a palatial reprieve,
without languid logic or porous rationality, 
the emancipation of masculinity, 
castrated by the wire… 
I thought it was hell… I was taught to think otherwise… 
The torrential shards of verbal promiscuity 
stole light unto the fore, 
anxiously negotiating 
the parochial labyrinth of incandescent egotism, 
intrinsically denied.  
Rare, poached howitzers… laden with anxiety 
bore slight from the barbed-wire battalion 
of ill-fitting idiots, 
shuffling their feet, settling their nerves, 
sealing their fate with 
slack pot meandering midst snip sniped surprise.
“The technicality of principalities, dukedoms and deceit, 
tune the tuneless melody and save your soul from hate. “ 
Their calibre unknown, their reasons unfounded… 
the calypso calling cantaloupes of entrepreneurial acumen 
shot black with dusk… slid unto the night. 
Corporal rationale: “Half an hour of ambiguity…” 
Lieutenant liquidation: “Twenty minutes of woe…” 
Collective privacy: “Ten minutes of philistine philanthropy…”
Collective piracy: “Five minutes of... … ….” 
Towel clenched soviets, eager and resentful, 
scape-goaded the photographic horde into meagre submission… 
subverting the course of justice. 
Rented Kalashnikovs rattled ravenous replies… 
once, twice, three times a corpse… 
“Androgyny and xenophiles, the pasteurised provocateur… 
draped in Prada propped dynamics, mechanically aware…”   
Desiccant faeces flew five feet into the air; 
the aluminium gilded lavatories received the short end of the stick, 
figuratively emasculated… 
literally liquidated within (without) the… humdrum humidity. 
Gabriel dictated the proceedings. 
The abortive restraint of sycophantic silencers 
and Hassidic hallucinations, 
graced by a political patriarchy… 
urinating upon the synthetic soil.

     

 

    


        


Details | Haiku | |

choice color

choice color, artist! the rainbow chose me...


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom

The Fear of the Lord Brings Wisdom!

The fear of the lord is the beginning of wisdom.
This is a helpful key to enter his kingdom!

This encourages a reverence
for his holy name!
Having God’s wisdom, can spare us,
 so much shame!

God loves and cares for us! 
 And listens when we pray!
Through his son Jesus, 
his love has been displayed!

He’s given to us his word,
 as a way to remind us…
We may get lost…  
But God’s love will find us!

Having a Godly fear, will nourish the soul!
Having his wisdom will help
 make us whole!

Won’t you seek the Lord?
While he may be found?
He can pick you up, when you feel
 you’re losing ground!

Come one and all! 
 All of heaven does proclaim…
Anything you need… 
 You can find in Jesus’ name!

Please, dear lord, bring your
 presence and love!
And guide us with your wisdom
 and spirit from above!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Verse | |

Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

Society, community, society, community.
You can leave now and let me be.
I will swim free, free in your sea. 
Your sea? your sea, polluted now, Oh you will never see.
Broken hearts, bodies too, beloved inner child, I love you.
Purity.
Alone.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
I know now that this is all I need.
To be. To be. That is all, just Be.
Burn your toys, television too, kill the car, the radio..... 
MOooooooo.
Unleash, unravel, these boys, disentangle, unblock, reset there mind, please sir,
could you be so kind?
Simplicity, Simplicity, simplicity.
Eye's clenched shut.
Now I know, Alone in my hut, not long to go, you will be free.
Free. free. free.
Buy the car, buy the house, buy the cow, consume, consume, but how?
Now!
Now, now, you tell me are you happy? for ever and art thou.
Ah ha, you see, you see.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.
That is all I need, I choose now, my self is free?
Yes, yes, yes sir, me?
Free to sit, sit and just be.
Me? Free? free to swim in this endless blue sea?
I will just sit, sit right here, against this healing earth, oh so very near.
My mind is liquid, free to birth.
Just be. Just Be. Just Be.
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity.





Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


Details | Free verse | |

Why

Why go to sleep?
Why we are the ones that have missing things.
Why take a breeze?
When I am the one that needs zephyr.

Why cry until you are satisfied?
When you are always dissatisfied.
Why go and feel contempt?
When we only need respect.
So, why do you expose yourself?
When you haven't cleansed yourself.

Why go and overreact?
When you sometimes don't make a great impact.
Why go and bite?
When you know you cannot eat more than you can chew.

Why give?
When you only deserve.
Why shed some tears?
When they sometimes aren't clear.
Why are you happy?
When you know you are lying.

Why are we bleeding?
When we only need healing.
So, why live?
When we go and die.
And why die?
When we want life.

We might fall down,
But it is never too late,
'Cause life,
Starts now...


Details | Kwansaba | |

Shiny Minded Stone


"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."

wildflower eyes
                                                                                  ~SIDE-NOTE:  
I reply, "NOW."                                                                    (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really, 

often people become confused                                                    
by such a unique response                                                            
not this one...                                                                                
she's a beauty                                                                       
shiny minded stone                                                                  
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone

tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above

erect 
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores

still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks

gold flows throughout waves 
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed 
by her entice

hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine

be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo 
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you

blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows

as clarity lent us its giant umbrella 
her lipstick smacked my tongue 
from there
we never looked back

~JSLaM


Details | Free verse | |

Grey's Spectrum -Brussels, Belgium-

I’m greeted by the freshly laundered dawn,
pale slate linen hung to dry above
a stirring city of collective individuals. 
I cherish moments like these,
when I can step out in to the drying day
without forethought or agenda
and imbibe a city  which has squirmed 
beneath the clouds for a millennium.

And what a different place it would be if
the sun shone upon it more often.

What need would there have been for the
gilded Galleries de Saint Hubert
if not to protect the heads of the bourgeoisie?

What drive would there have been for Horta and Blérot 
to duplicate nature’s balance indoors in glass, steel and murals
and sprawl sgraffiti jungles beneath damp eaves?

Why would beer need to warm one’s soul and feet
if one’s shoes were not constantly damp?

Where would have Magritte found his clouds?

How would the cobblestones of the Grand Place
manage to glow brighter than Saint Michel’s spire
if they weren’t slickened by an otherwise uncaring God?

How silent and plain the city would be
without colonial djembe undertones, postmarks
from a search for one’s self in clement Congo.

It is a city of grey
from which all colours run

free, 

sober, 

deep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Not Sofa King Cool


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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

SOUP Spoonin'

Online tonite
looks like 
a whole lotta' spoonin'
goin' on in the "Soup"

nosin' around the comment coral
I see love 
amongst the group

yessir'...
hot Soup!
stirred 
not shaken
marriage scent in the air
no fakin'

where it leads...
we shall see
I know some 
are dippin' crackers in the "Soup"
but Lawd' knows 
IT AIN'T ME!~


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

Every star is someone eles's son (shield your eyes) shrug off hate from everyone familiar place been here before thousands of nights the ocean shore coasts are changing minds align hate and fear must now resign connect the dots move my child tame the shy wake the wild shred advice relayed from the miser castrate cancer obstructing the wiser transcendental the hydrogen burns furnishing life each time earth turns


Details | Verse | |

The Poetic Blues

I think I self-sabotage unknowingly 
because of fear
So my message goes unheard because I’m afraid to let the people hear
And end up drowning in the poetic blues
doubting my ability to write about the truth;

I dug deeper and deeper into myself trying to write a poem good enough to be free of judgment
Then I stepped out on faith and suddenly I was triumphant 
and my writing grew 
and I was loving it
I had finally passed the fear of speaking and caring about who the fu*c! was judging it

As I wait to be inspired for the next poem, 
I sit and think alone and drown in my sorrows
Listening to jazz, blues and a.m. radio
trying to find an excuse not to perform at the SLAM 
because again I can’t think of a damn thing to write…..
Drowning in poetic blues
Will this be the one that will be thrown away and never be used 

Or will this be the one that transcends the others  
and finally prove that poetry is blues and blues is poetry and hip hop and jazz and r&b, 
Poetry is music and the words dance around in my soul 
and I am free once they become spoken 
In the meantime the paper is where the words will rest 
until the silence is broken

Drowning in the sea of proper delivery 
My voice, my stance, my intensity
How will others interpret the words that I’ve chosen so diligently?
I wrap my soul around the possibility that none of the words I choose – 
will keep me from becoming deluged and trapped by the poetic blues

Somehow my heart refuses to accept that I don’t deserve to have my words heard 
and it takes over this whole process
No more time for shrinking and feeling less
I was born to  make my words manifest light
I am a gorgeous medium to the truth yeah that's right
I was sent here to give you a piece of good news
Remember that God is with you when you get
The poetic blues


Details | Rhyme | |

What Will I Do Where Will I Go

 UNSUPPORTED CODE What Will I Do?   Where Will I Go?

What will I do?  Where will I go?
Which direction I’ll take…  I don’t really know!

In just a moment, I lost all,  that I worked hard to get…
I’m thinking of “letting go.”  
But haven’t done it yet…

The things I held so close...  Have all disappeared.
It happened so fast.  It’s kind of “weird.”

Those I call my friends, don’t really know
 what to say.
Most of them shake their heads, and walk away!

I’ve cried myself to sleep many days and nights.
It’s like someone has “turned off the lights.”

The only one I know, that I can turn to, is Christ alone!
I need him to heal my broken heart and home.

Dear Jesus, will you take some time to help me out?
I know that helping people is what you’re about!

Please help me to pick up the 
pieces that are scattered!
Help me to focus on the things in life
 that really matter!

I need to give you, all of my focus and attention!
I need your word to show me
 some clear direction!

You’re the one that I always need to hold on to!
I need to do this, and to completely trust you!

Thank you Jesus for listening
 and answering my prayer!
I’m thankful that you’re someone who really cares!

Thank you for restoring my life,
 that has been “up-ended.”
With your love, my heart has been
 healed and mended!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Prose Poetry | |

What's the point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?


Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

<                             Driving along in my automobile
                               Seen homeless man holding sign will work for his meals

                               Should I stop or should I just Go !
                               Should I give Or Should I just say hell No !

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

                              Not knowing where to get next meal
                              Three kids crying at worn out heels

                             Cardboard boxes to call our home
                             Dumpster diving for pieces of foam

                             Think I'll give him a piece of my pot
                             Opened wallet and gave him alot

                             A nice twenty came on out
                             Wiped out was his sadden pout

                              
                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

                             
                             Wonder where dirty Dan had now roamed
                              Just hope he finds a better suitable home


Details | Free verse | |

Ignored

We talked,
But I wasn't heard,
We walked,
But you scattered,
We built,
But you destroyed,
I thought,
But you acted,
We were determined,
But you exterminated...

You were blind,
I was sighted,
You were darkened,
I was lightened,
I was myself,
You weren't yourself...

I was lone,
No one cared.

I was ignored,
No one cared,
About my emotions...


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The halo effect

If there is one thing I remember
It is what life told
Just open your eyes
All that glisters may not be gold
So who is to blame and whose fault I hold
The halo effect, the one in disguise
Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes
Treat one different because of their look
Why read? Judge the cover of the book?
But you do read others because they don’t have the look
If you understand, how long has it took?
The halo effect, we magnify a trait
Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait
Attractiveness, is this what you mean?
All this talk, my perception a feign?
What I see, aint what it seem?
Huh, thanks for this, as well as that.
The halo effect, my mind was hacked. 


Details | Elegy | |

My Kashmir Burns (Part 1)

I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes
Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood.
I groom myself with exquisite things,
Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself
And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze

I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse
Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn.
Mosques are being slammed
There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber
Even God judges on evidence
There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow
A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence
Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding
And I write.

Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies
They are alive now. Soon they will be dead
From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown
Ghosts of curfew
Haunt the houses for young souls.

From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness
Nothing is left now. Search lights can’t see inside the graves
A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave.
I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep
While my Kashmir is ablaze
“It’s me poor farmer’s son. Kupwara’s charm, I feel no pain”.
I see him so alive in my dreams.
He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails.
I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam’s barbeques
He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene
“Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state.
Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight.”
I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood.
His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots
The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more.

On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail.
Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones.
For bullets there will be stones
Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones.
In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out
Death is recruiting in dozens at a time.
Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass.
How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity
People burn up all you identity cards.


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Holding The Sun

I grew up in a place I didn't want to be
Became someone that i knew i didn't want to be
Society grabbing me by the throat telling me to be me
But who are they to say that I should be what is not me?
Catastrophe shaking this world, leaving fault lines at the finish line
Scarred for what we have to look forward to
You can't put your soul on hold for all your past pretensions
Earthquakes changing the course of continuation
Throwing vibes from left and right
Hitting the pedal to ignite
What imperial dilemmas that arise from such despise
From what i know i'm just another reflection of disguise, who am i?
Those that float around with no worries in the world,
Don't care about the money, all they've got is what's gold
The people who kill, for power and respect
Dont realize what is out there is what's in the next step
And it's all in their head
We've got all of eternity
The tower of destruction that'll set us all free
Cause in the end we always find that there's another place to be;
physically or mentally.
People walking around with frowns carved into their faces
I wonder if theyll ever look up and see that they've been going places
All along, 
Giving up falling down through the cracks of the ground
They're at fault for all loss that was among their own soul
Oh, its a cold world
As it slowly turns, im watching the clock tick as i feel the room burn
And its funny, that people try to play the game of constant manipulation,
Repeated deification.
Thinking they were born alive, but really,
They were only born to die.
No not everyone lives under the sun these days
A lot of those that fear thy own will fall pale in the shade
Under a dead willow
How we all want the sun because it's here for a reason
We all expect it to invest in the seasons
The government work of treason,
Throwing ropes to pull it down
Making this place so much hotter than it was when underground
I can't stand to be bothered by the burn that it's put on my wrist
From slamming this door shut, we've got to put an end to this
We're destroying what's inside ourselves cause of things on all the shelves
Yet he destroys, and he breaks, so we build
They take the money, and we run it while they kill
Although it's kinda funny that the state depends on pills,
I'll hold the sun and run away from all that's real.


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MUSIC - HAIKU

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


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The bluesman

The bluesman.

The bluesman
He’s up there, he’s a star
As he clutches in his hands
A battered old guitar
The bluesman knows his own damned worth
He does it in his style
And folk they come from miles around
And have done for a while

The bluesman plucks those strings
And wails his old blues harp
Then comes in with his rusty voice
Maybe he’s flat or sharp
But no one ever notices
They’re caught within his spell
When that bluesman does he’s stuff
Then in his world they dwell

With the bluesman
You get just what you see
He’s not out to impress you, man
He’s busy being He
And when he plays, he’s ‘It’ my friends
He pulls you into him
The bluesman can you hear him now?
When all the lights are dim.

23 July 2013 @ 1708hrs


Details | Free verse | |

We all fear

Why do we feel hatred?
We fear discontrol.

Why don't they get it?
Why don't they comprehend?
Why do we wait?
Why do we protect?
Why do we run?
We fear destiny.

Why does it hurt?
Why does it burn?
Why do we fight?
Why do they betray us?
We fear love,
We fear friendship.

Why do we keep?
Why is it deep?
We fear the abyss.

Why hell?
Why heaven?
Why purgatory?
We fear darkness,
We fear light.

Why do we live?
Why do we die?
Why do we suffer?
We fear death,
We fear life.

We all live,
We all die,
We all keep,
We all fight,
We all suffer,
We all cry,
We all love,
We all wait,
We all give,
We all receive,
We all trust,
We all wish,
We all dream,
We all remember,
We all feel...

We all vanish,
We all rise,
We can ignite.

We fear destruction.
We all expect,
We all regret,
We all lie.

Why hate?
Why do we create?
Why do you stare?
Why do they glare?
Why explore?
Why hope?
Why goodbye?
Why shine?

We all think,
We all see,
We all go,
We all deserve,
We all pass,
We all fear...


Details | Couplet | |

Life is an Aventurous Squirrel Run

I have my Hubby’s steadfast belief in me.
He loves how my poems are light and airy.
He’ll give me an idea once in a while…
Then he escapes to come back, later to read my new child.

He calls these run-throughs a squirrel run.
For they can take off in directions, yes, any one.
Crazy thoughts become crazier still…
And story time leads to god knows, where they will.

My thinking is kind of like chasing around a tree.
You never know where the end will be.
But somewhere I eventually become truly still.
And that is where my Hubby adds into the trill.

Then the squirrel run begins again…
Light and fluffy and full to the brim.
Each day a new adventure... waits around the bend.
Live it. Love it. Write it... You'll be happier in the end.

Contest: Emotion: Squirrelly and fun   CSEastman


Details | Shape | |

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

                                  


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

Might this be a wonder,
Might this be a sunder,
Might this be the blocker,
Might this be the warder,
Might there be a plunder,
Might it pass the border,
Might there be a dweller,
Might they be lodgers,
Should they be squatters,
Should they be trespassers...

Might they squander,
Might it scatter,
Might this be a sputter,
Might there be a clutter,
Moght there be to many clusters,
Might this be the controller
Mightit get power...?

Might these be handlers,
Might these be forcers,
Might these be the squashers,
Might these be the breakers,
Breaking some of the order...

Might this be a night,
Going to a wretched midnight,
Coming from a raging twilight,
Until these be ended, throughout nighttime,
Later waking from our bedtime,
Maybe dying to see the morning light,
Might this be happening tonight...?

Might there be a knight,
Might there be a fight,
Waiting for a shining might,
Coming from some rainbow's light,
coming slight from the nighttime,
With some waiting for their fly...

Might these fight the ghouls,
Might they get to their goal,
Might this vanish some ghosts,
Whom want all of our souls...

Might this be other things,
Might these be the lives of life,
With some asking, might these be I...?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

MY AFRICAN WOMAN

Open Letter To The Golden Black Angel

The black angel on earth, the one proud of her skin
The hot chocolate in Africa, the one with glorious power
The ebony strength beneath the sun, the one full of sensuous splendor.

The golden black angel, the one flying the clouds
The shining star in the rich land, the woman defining beauty
The rich, the warm, the dark, the glittering flower breathing in Africa.

Just look at her eyes, the narrow eyes sliding to the sides
Just give a glance to her ruby lips, these syrupy, luscious and tepid lips
Just stare closely at her smile, am sure you are zooming the sun.

I feel her hypnotizing presence, the soothing aroma in the world
I feel her soporific nature, the one that naturally sends me to the sky
I feel her wafting movements, the movements worth every sane eye
I feel her tantalizing voice, Scandalizing my ears to lick it.

Am i forgetting her curves, the curves surpassing enchanted love potions?
Am i forgetting her manners, the manners giving me bedroom tendencies?
How can i? How can i not talk of the African woman? Eh? Tell her i adore her

Yours African,
Mzee Mwau.


Details | ABC | |

Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil





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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Free verse | |

Shameless Self-Promotion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

life now

the life that you have now 
is the one you will cry over when you are removed from it 
it happens that many lives are taken 
away from the now and when we lived 
the can’t grow fast enough is bicycle hard to catch up to 
crispy in leaves, and, bare under the bark


Details | Couplet | |

Collapse

On my knees in my bedroom, surrounded by
Emotions too strong, no wonder I cry

We had only just met, a few months ago
I gave unto he, as he internally showed

Week by week, my heart captured by he
We even carved our names, in the park on a tree

He told me he loved me, so captured I was
I gave unto he, as he externally pawed 

Naive, but so young, my life went with the flow
My heart in know, in excitement pump I'd grow

I'm fourteen years old, I'm not really me
But inside I carry his child, who one day will be free


*~*



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


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What's the point?

What’s the point 
in living
When death awaits
What’s the point 
in breathing
When you can not 
feel the 
swelling of your 
lungs
What’s the point 
in love
When you heart 
only aches
What’s the point 
of being in a 
state of 
awareness 
When you are not 
really alive
What’s the point 
in doing your 
best 
When it is 
rarely 
acknowledged
What’s the point 
in making all 
happy
When you are sad
What’s the point 
in smiling 
When your heart 
bleeds
And that colgate 
smile
never touches 
your eyes
What’s the point
in anything?


Details | Haiku | |

DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

 DEATH WISH HAIKU (AS Musical History of Cigarettes)
L.S.M.F.T.
Snooky Lanson sang it clear
smoke in every ear.

From your Hit Parade,
Frank Sinatra blew the words one time
Didn't Fence Him In.

Dorothy Collin's voice
America there's only one to smoke
Lucky Strike's the one.

Drifting up her nose
pulling smoke into her lung
biting on her tongue

what is she doing?
coffins closing in with nails
death as slow as snails.

Do you want a Lucky?
More satisfaction pleasure
undertakers measure.

Camel smoke was nil
More Doctors smoked  Lucky Strikes
Than Mike Hammer smoked.

Nicotine all day
tie hers up in Christmas bows
blow it out her nose.

Free on Navy ships
Sailors never saw the light
Though the match was free.


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Silver Strands

Each year silver strands of sunlight become woven into my hair.
Just like the silver strands of sunlight that help bind us everywhere.
They light our way before us as we stumble forth each day.
They slowly lead us forward into the paths of great byways.

God sends these silver strands that slowly build a crown upon our heads…
And they are earned with the wisdom, learned throughout the years ahead.
The strands will weave a family, and unite us to others, too.
For they are the strands of love given to both: me and you.

Love and work together is how they are slowly earned.
And the weaving is slowly done as we add others in the sojourn.
But how are they bestowed as so slowly woven into our lives?
I would say it’s given by Gods divine grace, in time.




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My Thing

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

First Day In Heaven

Yes!
Yes!
Yes!


Details | Verse | |

Children Listen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

For Bruce Springsteen

for bruce springsteen...


it was a rain-swept monsoon day

way back then, so many moons away

when i felt the music strumming in my veins

setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins

you sang of simple truths, 

your verse spoke to people just like me

in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night

as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight

'bobby jean' spoke to me

of that girl down the street

glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet

and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart

led me down further roads of thunder

when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on

and never to surrender

to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run

while i danced in the dark 

with memories vivid and stark

even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark

and then a 'human touch' came along

and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song

and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes

as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies

in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned

as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned

and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up

working on a highway of scattered ideals

and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup

well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road

with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad

but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night

just like the ghost of that old tom joad...


Details | Free verse | |

Glitter World

Glitter World
I see the world as my pearl
My place to take a whirl
And twirl around like a sexy girl
A place where there is little turmoil
My world is place
Where all flags can
Freely unfurl
Where a boy’s hair can curl
Everything’s glitter in my little world.


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Not For Naught

What you do here, is your job, life, future and health.
Without each one of these, there will be no wealth.
Apply and learn each day that you live and breathe.
Give your all in whatever you do, protect with a sheave.
Don’t ever think, what you do, is just a plain job.
If you let this happen, it is your soul, spirit you rob.
What you do makes a difference, in someone’s life.
What mistakes you make, causes someone strife.
So take a new look, at what you do, every day for pay.
Take pride, take revelation look, and see life’s display.
Give thanks for all the work you do, with praise or not.
For without you and what you do, everything is for naught.


Details | Blank verse | |

words words words

words words words 
and more words
separated by 
space and time
commas
dots
dashes 
silences and breaths
spoken and written
make as we go
to give meaning to all
the truth
and 
the lies


Details | Ballad | |

Night's a groovy lady

Orange lights shine from street lamps, 
orange lights shine on what is paved,
Something about the tail end of our conversation 
left me feeling slightly vague. 

This car has 
Translucent windows, 
like a submarine out at sea, 
the current swallows red headlights
while exhaling shiny, tipped waves 

Looking through the rearview mirror, 
The night was staring back at me. 
She’s a delicate, psychedelic lady
Ripe with her purity. 

Reading the white lights of the city, 
I place a book mark for a rainy day. 
gliding towards the illuminated tunnel 

(traffic sounds)

Plunge! 
Into Bustling traffic, 
and faster paced people,     
I never considered cigarettes, 
until I washed up,
 onto this flickering scene.  

Sirens sound, 
Traffic skates, 
strangers smile and frown. 

I-
got myself a traveling circus, 
of people I call friends. 

Funny how little flares of imagination 
send us shooting to the stars-

(party sounds)


Clash!
like banging of pots and pans
The ruckus in the room, 
has me bouncing off the walls

Police Officers, 
neon green tuxedos-  
Penny Lane.  
we are all just here tonight, dancing, 
along this colorful, crazy row-boat of life.  

Yes,
we are all just here tonight dancing- 
like sunlight touching diamonds, 
we are dancing   

It’s 
Funny how little flares of imagination, 
send us all stringing along.


Details | Limerick | |

Cupids killer

I left myself open to you like a 24 hour store and you stole from it all that which I value and hold true. You have left my shelves barren…I don’t fully understand it? My heart has been robbed by someone I thought wanted me too, yet only to find that she did not ever love me…I was just being used. As my heart bleed out on a back street alleyway in some forgotten part of a city on the edge of rebirth. I cried dear Lord, oh dear Lord…I have surrendered my love to a defiler of good things. Broken like a priceless vase that can never be replaced, these are the words of a man who’s heart now beats off pace. How could someone be so cruel? I stand hear on the edge of the top of this building, looking into an abyss devoid of my soul and trust of another…seeking only to gain solace in death, from a love misplace in the hands of a cupid killer who was incapable of receiving love.


Details | I do not know? | |

no respect for the gifted

Isolation would make mad.
Gifted so sad.
A blessing our gifts are,
God granted skills.
Man plain to see the pain
you caused me.
But gifted, up lifted.
Can't see what I see?
Can't do what I do?
Can't hear what I hear?
Instead of listening, songs
fall on dead ears, held by
shackles on the brain.
Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient
walls. The cost? history lost.
The war never stops.
Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced
Only with a positive force.


Details | Lyric | |

THIRSTY

Lust,
purified and liquified
lubricates the wheels of my thoughts.
Desires gone wild
tortures my soul with thirst!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

"V~O~V"

"V~O~V"


IF I WERE GRANTED FORTUNE N' FAME...
THOSE WHO CONSIDER ME LIABILITY,WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE ME LOVED
TH' SPILLING OF MY BLOOD,MIGHT EVEN BRING A STITCH OF COMPASSION
I'D NEVER BE ALONE,'LESS I REQUESTED ME LET BE


COMPANY DOES NOT LOVE MISERY,SO NOW I'M KEPT AT A DISTANCE
ALL I EVER WANTED OUT OF LIFE,WAS TO RECIEVE AS MUCH CARE AS I GIVE
BUT MOOT IS TH' FACT,THEY WANT ME OUT OF MIND N' VIEW
LITTLE IT IS KNOWN,OF TH' AFFLICTIONS I MUST ENDURE...FOR THEM


IF I WROUGHT MIRACLES AT WILL,TH' MEEK WOULD 'DEED RULE
SINS OF TH' SHAMELESS,WOULD ALL BE MADE KNOWN
A SILVER'D SCREEN OF TH' SKIES,WOULD DISPLAY THEIR DESECRATIONS
VICTIMS OF THEIR TRESSPASSES,WOULD DECIDE OF THEIR FATES


FAR FROM BEING PERFECT,I TOO...WOULD BE ASHAMED
BUT FOR SCARLET OF PAST BREACHINGS,I WOULD BEG FOR TH' BLANCHING
NEVER THAN LESS...THEIR WILL WOULD BE DONE
FOR FUTILE IS FORGIVENESS,IF NOT TRULY...


...IT IS WON



~AZAZA~'09


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Our Silver Anniversary



From the day I promised to be with you forever… It’s now been 25 years together! Through the trials, laughter and many miles We’ve had our share of joy and trials! You’ve been so loving patient with me. My beautiful wife— my lovely sweetie! This anniversary, I am so very proud of you! You’re a wonderful wife! Faithful and true! With you, God has given me the best! My love for you is so hard to express! I Love YOU! Is what I will always say, This very special anniversary day!!! Love, Jim


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Our QT Savior

In the cold of the morn with a crisp cloudy day…
A flat tire assailed a young girl, as she went on her way.
Young and full of life but definitely overwhelmed…
She was late for work and her husband had just nearly died.
She sat in her car, sniffling, worrying, and crying some wails.
She’d never changed a tire, a young husband always there.
But hurt he’d become, and in the hospital now remained…
It was up to her, suddenly alone, to make things right again.
She fretfully tried AAA but the wrong number was wrung…
Till Old Granny Goodness appeared with hope, and some fun.
She quickly got her out of the car, and found everything there.
Explaining what to do, Granny decided to entertain with flair.
Together they’d use a spare tire to fix that rickety old car.
They figured out the jack and successfully lifted the car.
But lug nuts are hard and need strength to unleash…
So granny fussed and she bug-tussled but never gave up
Till the young girl laughing, knew what she must do herself… 
Grabbing deep into her courage, she ran into the QT for help.
Sure enough, a worker volunteered to help that sweet young thing out.
And the lug nuts came off lickety-split with laughter on top.
The young man was gracious, and ever so kind and…
Yes, he finished the job with his best smile and in record time
And of course he helped put everything away, too, you can bet…
He even helped Old Granny Goodness up off the ground where she sat.
Then with a salute and fare thee well, he went back inside…
While Old Granny Goodness, and the girl put air in the tires.
By now the girl was the lead in the work as she smiled and laughed…
She was empowered; you know… there’s nothing wrong with that.
Yes, the world was saved as all found their way home, with a wink, at last.
Yes, with gratitude, a hug, and a smile… many a way can be found again.

Contest:Write me a Happy Poem 10-31-2011 CSEastman


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Love it

I love it when you're kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs
Passion slowly increasing
breathing deeper
Gaining momentum for the moment 
that draws nearer
Now you're whisperin in my ear
Temperature's rising
moaning, grinding
my body to the rhythm of each 
breath
Enjoying kisses with your tongue on 
my neck
While creating secrets between us 
that manifest
into beautiful stories of lust and 
fantasy
Unafraid to confess 
Rivers flow
The scent of the pheremones 
The beat that the song's on
Tuned in to your passion 
I’m feeling it’s time to make this happen
Finally releasing fear and stress
through pure emotion and love 
Freedom from hurt and distress
I love it when you’re kissing me
I love it when your hands touch my thighs...


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My Family and Me

It's amazing how quick things can change.
First your running with the kings, and then you're knocked out of range.
It's strange. I used to worry and stress over friends.
Now I've grown to be a man. Maybe know a few of them.
All that time I could of studied. Did better in school.
Got a job and made it big. Maybe now I'd be cool.
Who's the fool? Now who's the bull? I know that's not me on the top.
Life is always making turns weather you like it or not.
The past will always be the past. My glory days may seem gone.
But, now its time to start a new.The stories keep coming on.
I've got a new girl. She means the world to me.
She keeps me warm at night, my best friend, my new dream.
Since my car accident, still got a limp on one side.
Still working with my memory, still need a friend who can drive.
I love to Karaoke. I get noticed in bars.
My mom's always there to catch me. Tom's working with my mom's cars.
My sister's in the Army, my niece is a big part of my life,
Friend Zach keeps assholes off me, and God is my wife.
AJ's always there to help, Brian is my LOST bud,
Mary's out of school, Lil cousin, Hunter's a stud.
Grandpa still is my idol, JT is still the music man .
The Adam's still can party. Chris, living good on the sand.
I may only use one hand, but I plan to be the best.
At all I do in life, cause there's not that much time left.
The blood test that I took says Landon is mine.
I hope this all works out fine in time and help to make my son's life shine.
JC who's down in Georiga, my heart is screaming for you.
I hope that you recover well. It can't be worse then what I went through.
Uncle Jimmy where you at? Where's Matt, Corie, and Pete?
I know you all are doing good. Serviolo's are a hard team to beat.
How's the rest of the family? I love and miss you all!
I hope you all are standing tall and I pray we never fall.
These last words that I say, I say only to you.
We've got the best family in the world and you know I LOVE YOU!


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The Sundress

Take me to summer of dress that is cool, sensual, and demure.
Having such memories, takes me into a realm where I was immature.
Evenings that awoke me with views of such softness, nothing obscure.


Soft wispy movements that turn all gentlemen’s heads to watch closely,
Undeniably noticing the curves that have inspired many creations,
Now, from out of our past creativity flows from silhouettes seen freely.
Daring but ever so subtle this dress, worn in leisure along in vacations,
Reveling the season it was designed and named after in natural grace.
Each time I see this attire, many emotions flow upon mind and face.
Summer warmth and subtle winds allow this to be worn at any place.
Secures power of sun, for our ladies, each dignifies femininities case.





written by
Cecil Hickman



written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ 
Contest Name 'The Sundress' 


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Red Silouehette

Agony poisoned every thorn on this rose
Feeding the ashamed for what they are worth
In countless times, where did these countless hours fall?
Aura suffocates our senses
Leaving a trail full of fear
Fear of the unknown
Bottled up, your heart shifts
Feelings of insecurity
Breaking the glass inside yourself
It robs your bones
From the inside out
So pale, you stand broken
Will you follow the smoke
That was left behind
For you to choke upon?


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Painting by the Numbers

Living off government welfare
Is like painting by the numbers
Not matter what you say
"It's not your art!"
And it's someone else's money!


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For a friend in pain

you're a silent person inside, that i know..
so a single insult or pain would pose a great blow..
When in pain close your eyes and drift..
think of of happiness and joy, that would give you a lift..

Anger and grieve, please don't let it rust..
In your heart don't let it last..

know that jokes come and go..
sometimes jokes go far beyond "tolerable"
so when hit in the heart so hard,
stay with your guard..
Maybe tomorrow's a better joke..
maybe tomorrow's your day..

Because every "tomorrow", we change, we grow, we love more and joke more..

Sorry for today..

We had to see those sad, sad, eyes..


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Sunrise Perspective

sweet cheerful morning
as my dreams fade from this mind
i’m alive again


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What If Christmas Never Came

What If… Christmas Never Came??? What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble! We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton 12/05/11


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My Stages of Love

It starts out as a small attraction Builds up to an intense infatuation You become in tune to everything she do Trying to make her smile when she feeling blue Her laugh brings a small heat to your chest Go to sleep and she's in your mind as you rest You've been hit with the arrow of cupid Back up before you do something stupid You talk but you talk less and less She likes you but as a friend at best You fall off and make her a stranger Realizing that your heart is in danger The two of you no longer communicate You try hard to force your love to relocate Rumor hits and you find out she got a man Of this you're not a enthusiastic fan Anger steps in and you go off on anyone Body light but your heart weighs a ton The bars in the gym seem so much lighter You want to fight but your not a fighter You no longer care about many things One female reduced you to fighting Athletic ability improved 10 fold Then a breakdown as your heart turns cold Soon you become useless Friends know something wrong but they clueless You feel pain, and intense depression Nose and eyes run and you blame it on a cold infection At last your close friends realize whats going on Tell you what you already know, To move on You look at them but you say nothing back Waiting for your emotions to come back Pain is long but nothing last forever You come back like the sun in stormy weather You laugh and kick it with your friends Until the stages of love happen all over again


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Memoir: Crashing Women's Studies- Feminists, BEWARE lol

Don't ask me how it happened; I have no clear recollection. I have always had this brazen habit of coming right out and directly asking for whatever I want; I always figured "no!" was the only worst possible outcome, aside from a good cussing, perhaps. Either or both I can handle.

My best friend, who had invited me to this event, wasn't even a speaker; she was just present for class credit and I had nothing better to do so I happily joined her. Her professor was the director, or MC, of the night's festivities and proceedings and Jill introduced us soon after we entered the banquet hall and before the speaking commenced.

I also have this horrid habit of mentioning that I am an artist to anyone of any importance or significance whatsoever, hoping to sound gallant and impressive. I can only surmise that Jill's teacher asked me what kind of artist I was, and I must have boldly stated, with an air of haughty confidence no doubt, that I was a de facto grand poet of the ages. I was only 19 at the time and thought I was Poe! My style was sloppy and unrefined, but I didn't know it yet.

Given that this was a "Women's Studies" organization and all guest speakers that night were, obviously, going to be female, I don't know how I convinced, finagled, schemed, bulled, or mechanized my way into making myself an impromptu speaker as well that evening. It was an "anything goes" type platform, from women reading poetry to short stories, to essays or presenting artwork. I was, I kid you not, the first male to EVER be a speaker at this "Women's Studies" gathering.

Having committed many of my poems to memory, I just quickly jotted down four or five particular favorites, and when it was my time to speak, impertinently stepped right up to the platform, adjusted the microphone, and recited my horrible poetry to a group of...I'm not sure if "feminists" is quite the word for which I am searching. Let's just say that if Gloria Steinem or Gertrude Stein had been in the audience, I might have been yanked off the podium. So there I was, babbling about, having basically crashed this Feminist rally. That I wasn't mauled or had my eyes scratched out can only be attributed to luck, progressive-thinking, guardian Angels or plain ol' polite courtesy. In retrospect, I blanch at the thought of my shameless, unabashed audacity.

I would love to know whether any more males ever took part in anymore of their events, but I guess I'll never know and can only hope that little bit of history I made that night remains intact. True story.


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To Touch a Fallen Comrade


To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
Will form a lasting bond that lingers on and on
You’ll find your heart is beating as if it’s lost in song
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life line strong
But
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
To be there as he passes into the great beyond
You’ll find your heart is beating but something feels all wrong
To touch a fallen comrade and find his life is gone
So
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers so they can all hold on
And maybe prayers will help them when everything goes wrong
You’ll find your heart is beating and keeping spirits strong
Let’s say a prayer for soldiers before they all are gone

Let us all now bow our heads
Or go down on bended knee
And pray our Lord will grant us
This soldier’s fervent plea
Lord, keep your eye on soldiers
Wherever they might be
Fighting for their country
Setting people free
Guide their hands and hearts Lord
So they can follow thee
Lord, touch these fallen comrades
And give them heaven’s key
Keep your eyes on soldiers
Wherever they might be

mdailey   - This is my tribute to the troops as we go into Memorial Weekend.  If you 
like this one you can see my other tributes posted some time ago - Daddy's Coming 
Home - America's Greatness - MIA Hill - A Little Hill In Arlington


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Just writing without stopping

Random Free Write: 

Just flowing - writing
and not stopping to think
or even to lift my pen
I kept going and the words seemed to have no end
Understanding that the process is a simple one
Love everyone and 
stear free of the wicked one

I'm not sure if it was winter or spring
But, I gave way to all the flaws and  imperfections
and realized that this is me
The change came when I saw fit
and not when someone else decides

It's not hard to forgive
And even easier to forget
Does that not reflect love and also what it begets?
Except too many hold grudges and even
pretend to be angry beyond whats necessary
Caught up in someone elses problem
and not dealing with their own is a hard burden to carry
Let it go
stop negativity where it begins

Cut people short if you have to
because this is your life you have to live
Be on the lookout for those looking to devour you
Pray for those who do ill sh@! to you
Respond in a way that makes them realize they love you
and hope it inspires change

Still maintain dignity and move on to something new
Growing, building up treasures for a place greater than
you can even dream to go
It's the simple things that help make life flow
I could go on and on with this practice flow
Writing and stoping to think or lift my pen
This is one of those poems that didn't make it to the waste bin.


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What You Really Don't Like Me

What?  You Really Don’t Like Me?

Is there something about me,
 that you don’t like?
If you seen me today…
Would you want me to “take a hike?”

Perhaps it’s my personality,
 or a habit of mine.
You can’t stop talking about me,
much of the time.

Pointing out my faults to some
 of the people you know…
The words you say are actually
 eating at your soul!

Instead of loving me, the way
 God wants you to…
You bring up things about m,
 you’re not supposed to do!

Have you ever just once,
took the time to pray for me?
Am I someone you want to be with
for eternity?

STOP! And think about the damage
 you’ve already done!
Begin to pour out your heart
 to Jesus, God’s son!

May he help you to really LOVE me
 the way he does!
The cross he bore was for you and I…
Whom he loves!

May your thoughts about me,
make your heavenly father proud!
I hope to see you as we meet Jesus one day…
In the clouds!

By Jim Pemberton


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MINE

You can criticize me with your blank thought or expression that has no meaning or negative effect that attempts to change my emotional vision.  I’ve seen this so clear, I’m steaming with corrective insights of my life in which poetry holds a special place in my heart. Forcing my soul to be strong and holding on having hopes of a future.  

I’m defined by my work and as imperfect as your thoughts are on the way I do things... these are MY things, my LIFE and my SOUL that I use to share my dreams to be heard. I give birth to these thoughts without reason.  I’m a father to my art of writing and my thoughts are precious to me.  

What would you call an ocean without water, is what I am without poetry, dry and with dead thoughts.  I contribute to this art form that seems to never judge the way I express myself.  This is my place and my freedom that I will fight to the death of me and it’s MY Poetry. 

Just to be heard with one two or a thousand words I still will stand strong.  This is for me and for those who want to listen or read, just to understand a different way of feeling, you’re not alone. I will write about the sunrise and the tears that fall from my eyes that flood the palms of my hands to water the soul of my poetry.  Its apart of me.

It’s not your right to judge or criticize me this is and will always be my Poetry.


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Moment To Moment

Moment to moment… and from breath to breath…
I decide which bills to pay from this second to the next.
This one today… that one comes next…
All waiting my next payday.... never to come…
Things aren’t the same… never will be again…
I sold the last of my jewelry to pay the last bill...
A garage sale gave nothing worthy again, still…

The days travel insistently around the clock
They are quick and fleeting and leave me behind.
My options diminish more daily
Tomorrow will bring more of the same.
No one is hiring unless you already have a job.
Two Thousand arrived for one janitor to hire.

Where is my white knight to scoop me upon his horse?
Where are the promises made to a child?
Where went my home with a white picket fence?
Where is my future I hoped to retire upon?
Where went my gifts for laughter and fun?
Where went the next Christmas for my son?
They are gone and moment-to-moment is all I can see…

Is there any one out there… who isn’t like me?
In honor of every man and woman... feeling lost, forgotten, and alone.
Moment to moment I'll remember to sing our song.
We won't go unheard... while I am around...


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'HEALING'

The beauty I see in things 
makes me so sad....
For when I find something beautiful,
It may never be quite that way again.

A summer day
an autumn breeze
a color in a sunset....
your warm hand held in mine.

Why do i still hear your name....
in my head....
Faint,
tired....
so tired.....
almost dead.

My soul still whispers to God for you 
without me even thinking....
So thoughtless,
hopeless,
longing,
sadly dreaming. 

Unbearable.......
That sweet old dream of being in your arms 
my frame stood secure in yours
You were thin and warm and sturdy.....
soft coat of yours so cozy.................
Your face emanating ‘happy’....

Too soon, you began to fade away......
In tears I closed my eyes 
and held on tight.....
Oh, I couldn’t bear to watch you disappear again
But I felt it, all right.....

Your memory....
I’ll stuff in the dark of my mind 
in an ebony box
And keep it so tightly shut....
Tied with a long, dripping ribbon of blood

And thus my healing has begun.....
But I’ll still be on the run.........

No love deserves to live so long...
then die alone, so painfully.
Never again will this soul feel so trapped---
so helpless----
and so...........free......................


sorrylittlesharky.com


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Sorhleod

It was the myriad relapse The shadows perched, time slipped, the temptation resided to my mind I'm sure I have most the soul I never once had Lost; once you go into the dark eternal black there's no hope of dreaming of atoning back Small child I cling to you trying to savor the innocence When I could believe in everything again I tried All along to search for the truth But " the truth" is something that the truth eradicated I want to be ignorant again Can't face reality again Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fear Remove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive" makes me cry I can't make it stopThe razor beckons my name The scars and all their Shame... Find a way to pierce my serpent heart Through the iron membrane it's bleeding, I know When I have no cigarettes to burn When I have no more knowledge to Learn When I have no more xanax To cause concern I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me Cease the pain that the pills can't heal Evaporate the blood that negates the strife Let me believe in everything again Break the fearRemove the pins of reality And I still wonder why And I still wonder why "forgive"makes me cry I've dried out My heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me I've dried out tMy heart is loosing it's touch There's no way out The abuse and abyss has sealed me


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Razor Blade State of Mind

I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
A place of darkness that's hard to find.

I sleep tangled in a blanket of pain,
On a mattress full of mayhem.
The darkness surrounds me
And there's nothing I can do. 
My past has become the lightning rod,
The only means by which my future
Can seem to conduct itself.
But who do I think I'm fooling;
What's an orchestra without a conductor? 

I once sang out loud,
But now I'm drowned.
The body electric left
Somewhere in a field,
Where it ceases to breathe.
We have no hope here,
We have no hope left. 

My mind is like my verse;
Jumbled and pointlessly poignant,
Hopelessly optimistic.
Scarred and scared and sacred,
It means so much nothing
That it's bound to mean something.

I am everything I despise,
Nothing that I admire;
I am sweat and I transpire,
Not so wet like fire. 
I'm in a razor blade state of mind,
I tell the truth but I'm a liar.


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Facebook Cliche

I'm here writing something again 

I know what your thinking, here he goes once more

Don't worry it isn't for your eyes it's for fame 

This status will have love and so much more in store

If only I can think straight on what to write 

I bet I will get more than one facebook like 

You will see where my true talents lie

Omg last night I posted a status and got this many comments

I was like loling till I hurt my stomach 

I've seen so many selfies that i'm even part of that trend 

So many pics of couples in love or so they pretend

After the pic they go their seperate ways 

We all go on to post another day  

This is just my take on facebook cliches


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Born into lies, Die fighting for Truth, Live Forever

See you lady's are really dudes, male energy oozes from the paths you choose. 
You see straight lines to your end, and you believe it ends there with ONE life to attend. 
Just understand that world is so lonely, but as a whole you and the other boys won't be the only
To cross over confused, by only yourself and YOUR CHOICE to be used.
See the "rulers" of this world had plans to keep us hiding, for a "better" perceived earth or calming home to reside in.
And they have succeeded as the blind don't wish to see, nor asking a ****ing question to an alternative degree.
Emotions run the world but ya'll think its money, government made bills too huh? now aint that *****funny. 
And they prescribe medicine for every condition, thats just regulated murder with your own permission.
And the "leaders" pay for "news" so you don't go knowing, the truth about nature or where we are growing
Its sad you say that we're babied by the kings, you're bombarded by conspiracies for every single thing.
Now if I give you a secret you promise you can keep it? Its a doozy so make sure you can read it.
The same people who control you and kill all our families, and lie to our faces from cities to shanty's, and make all the rules that you're forced to live by, and keep ALL the money we've worshipped to get by....
WE ARE THE ONES WHO GAVE THEM THE POWER, AND WE CAN TAKE IT BACK AT ANY GIVEN HOUR!


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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.


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Taking A Magic Carpet Ride

Come one come all hurry do not hide
 I want you to come along on a magic carpet ride
 Cap in hand, sit don't stand
 We'll whisk away to our favorite land
 
Andrea Dietrich sit for a spell
 I will tell you now my magic tale
 Of days of adventure on foreign sands
 Left in wonder to what is at hand
 
Open our imaginations and figure out how to steer
 And then how to fly this rug or buy some beer


Ruth Courtney- Magic Carpet Ride Contest


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ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


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Lust

your sensitive skin I so much admire
your complexion my heart so much aspire
your hair, your eye, your attire 
your fragrance which grabs my attention
your body-shape which then capture my affection
your calmness I so much need
that wonderful love indeed
which makes my heart bleed.


Demeter Edwards


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Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


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Trampled Marriage

Squashed, like an Ant, on the ground.
My heart ached, when you left that day.
Crushed, my future dreams, you were bound.
By past recalls, of what did not, last anyway.
You walked, on my spirit, pretending to know.
What, my desires and my mind would say.
That I, would forever stay, here and never go,
I knew that you were a spirit, longing to be free.
My spirit locked in love, though you did not see.
For you, my old fashion ties, to a master degree,
Walking over, moving out, and taking a piece of me.
Treading on devotions, eager for greener pastures,
Though you found, fallows, dried up on his postures.
Your body returned to me, though your heart mistaken.
Our feelings, emotional desires, lost, never to awaken.


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Inner City

Ink without a pen
fluid flowing uncontrolled...
graffiti attack.

foot note

in my opinion!
some graffiti i really like, and should be displayed
in art galleries, where the energy of the artist(s) 
are allowed to flourish..


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The Midget and the Giant

It was this little squirrel, running fast in real forest.
The moose isn´t fast in its movements, but has
got time for considerations.Different in size, in nature,
but they still has got respect for each other.

The small shop looks even smaller, when it lies besides
a scyscraper.But the owner to the shop is a happy man,
who´s known for his strong relations, yet despised by the bad one.
Forever he will be a sign to his time, forever standing in the sun.

The Midget walks proudly on the street, facing his challenge.
He´s meeting the Giant this day, on a battlefield of wisdom.
Who will be the winner?, who will put the words, in the right mouths?
The Midget already runs like the squirrel, he has found his trace.

A little thought of wisdom, is raising against the big vanity in time.
The struggle has never been fair, but always been won,
of this wisdom of ages, never buried in the noise.
To make up your own mind, has to be your most important choice. 



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1one2two9nine

 1one2two9nine 
1one2two9nine 
 
 
CharlaXFabels 
 
 
WiseorFoolish 

 DOING WHAT THE JESUS SAID 
Eye am risking the loss of some merits to at least prove to some of you that to do 
the works of JESUS is the right and lawful thing to do the man was just like me 
he seems to be a homeless and eye asked him to share my food he said no he 
was taken care of a food card from the service. Eye wound up giving nothing but 
a courtesy yet my blessing is unending the words that JESUS speaks are meant 
to be the life we breathe and giving is so certainly the thing to do. Not bragging 
unnecessarily just letting people knoe to do the works he says to do. Offer 
someone food if they can take it it will help you if they refuse it you can eat it 
seems to me there is nothing there to lose. Now the food eye have to eat is better 
for the act of sharing even the man is not eating with me the food it's doubly 
better in proportions. Show me the house that's built on stilts that's built on sand. 
There is a temporary church that meets inside the main church building they 
usually start the service at nine thirty today they went out on a run away there was 
no church service even eye usually go just to knell down near the table and thank 
Jesus for the offering there there is Coffee and some coffee cake and other 
things as well but today eye am on mye own attempting more than one thing at a 
time it seems beyond the eye trying to stay hooked into the wonder of this life for 
it seems like GOD is just like Santa Clause to me when we have it in our heart to 
do he sees it just the same. 
Eye still carry my raincoat my umbrella even though it has not rained for many 
weeks I'm ready. The place eye like to visit has been pulled out from under me 
the preacher needs to visit his own prayer room just to see how dark his heart is 
to become without his love. He warned me not to trespass and so far eye have 
not been back but the wonder of it all is that the place still seems to stand a 
monument to decadence a monument to disgrace. They knoe that eye am 
homeless eye still walk the street without a place. The blankets in the dump 
seem so nice when eye am cold. Foolishness or wisdom tell me preacher what 
would you do when the sky was falling would you stick your turkey neck up to the 
rain and then just drown or would you find a church with a poor doorway to get 
dry. The path is narrow the climb is steep and harrow the preacher fast asleep. 
Eye cry a homeless to the end of time. 



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Monument

Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?


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The factory

Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all but unintelligible jargon, for you are but a machine.
I arrive in the oily blackness at your unhealthy cavern,
Imprisoned till my heart runs out of beats,
Even though your piston will never.

No breathing soul or pitying heart surveys,
Only the hard steel, boasting well worn buttons in braille.
You burn with energy but you have no enthusiasm,
Just as you churn with rhythmic clatter but have no voice.
This leaching sling reveals workers through its jagged cracks.
Workers rid of emotion yet brimming with mechanical speed.
That is all the seething metal needs to pump,
It runs on sweat, not tears.

I have worshiped you many years.
Cowering before your powerful surges
That resonate through our skin.
You have us transfixed in a state of spasm.
Unable to grasp the air beyond those doors,
To feel its caress pour through our outspread arms.
A wave of tension suffocated by your demanding clutch.
Never easing, never ceasing, the bewitchment of a machine.
The Organic running the mechanic.
Yet seemingly visa versa.

Hollow light level-pegging artificially spun air.
No comfort behind those glistening bottles,
Only fatigued bodies and malnourished minds.
Orders to be processed, deadlines to obey.
The only way to put caviar on the boss' table.
The only way to exploit the hardworking uneducated.
Your globalized steel shimmers in unicin,
Yet its face shows pressured individuals 
Withering behind masks of rhythmic production.
Will there be a resolution?

Only if the world stops turning.




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If I only had One Day to Live

If I knew I was going to die, today.
I really have no idea, what I would say.
I think I would go to work as always.
Since that is where my full heart plays.
I would tell my wife, that I love her so.
Much, much more than she would ever know.
She along with God saved my mortal life.
Rescuing me more ways than just being my wife,
I have no desires to fulfill here on earth.
Though I know I didn’t fulfill my worth.
Nevertheless, I served my best in integrity.
If I had only one day to live, just now,
I would tell all to live the best they know how.
Remember their mistakes, don’t make them twice.
But if they do, stay away from making them thrice.
My last words would be to say, everyone has value.
Though be cautious of the feeling they have overvalue.
My heart beat weakening, my breath weakening too.
Upon last breath, I say goodbye, precious life to you.


Written for


Sponsor Walayee Whitlock 
Contest Name If I only had 1 day to live 


Details | I do not know? | |

THE MOMENTS WE SHARE

It’s the smallest things,
That mean so much,
From your gentle ways,
To your soft loving touch.

It’s a dance in the darkness,
When we’re all alone, 
Making special moments,
When away or at home.

It’s the moments you hold me, 
And just let me cry,
As you kiss me gently on the forehead,
Until the sadness passes by.

It’s the moments you tell me,
How much you really care,
These words are so special,
For they are feelings we share.

It’s the moments when you tell me,
How sorry you are,
With gentleness and humility,
In my heart these words go so far.

It’s the moments we share,
When no words are spoken,
Holding each other close,
With a bond that can’t be broken.

It’s the moments we share,
As we travel and explore,
The emotions we experience,
Happiness, joy, and the things we adore.

It’s the moments when I see,
The tears in your eyes,
From sadness, joy or pain,
And your incredible heart I greater realize.

It’s the moments we share,
Every minute of the day,
That make me look forward,
To our future together some day.


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The Model's Mirror

Scanning for the perfect
model inspired by Leonardo's
rendering of his muses.
I ask the oracle....
Mirror,mirror on the world.
Who's the most fairest girl
of them all.
Searching high + searching
low ...finally the mags I let
them yieldingly show.
And who should I find with the
most fairest complexion?
Why,the wearers of precious 
jewels recieved the first 
spark of attention.
Alibaster porcelin skin ,lights +
sparkles in her eye's 
reflection.


Details | Light Poetry | |

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



Details | Haiku | |

Installation Art

Now for the fun bit!

A game of Chinese Checkers.

Silence in the room.


Details | Free verse | |

No Time for Art

There is no time for art
Where bullets fly
And screams of fear replace song
Even the birds are quiet
But to an artist, this is an ever evolving gallery
Where the shells, explosions, fires and bullets
By the craters, bullets holes and charred buildings
Become one abstract sculpture
Carved by destruction
As if to say
The soldier is an artist
Who paints in blood
And war itself, is art.


Details | Lyric | |

working ants chant

Working ants chant! 
(abridged) 		
I am a sunrise solution
I am a sunrise solution
	
I chase clients
Like a go-getter Following comfort crumbs
With promised dalliance anthem
With legwork related resolution
That set everything in motion	
I am sunrise solution		
I am sunrise solution


	


Details | Romanticism | |

to steal a farmyard animal

The beige-leaf spluttered phrase… 
writ upon geld throat… 
twelve forth rite sty, fallacious turn-bred stoat… 
churl of punt incontinence, 
cosmopolitan oat bloat broth, sleeved mist cyst capacities… 
purplish ingrate cloths,

Flout the spout trout terraced house… 
tabloid thyroid thymes, 
spouse-bound widowed legalists… 
robust… rotund,

Negate…. 


Details | Senryu | |

Short Changed

Bonds are breaking cold
Upon the heart is all wealth
Nothing left but self

Secure in our fear
Violence has no heart left
Progress stumbles here

None depend again
Has love depended before
I have only me

The school of want gone
What can I learn without love
But hunger again

Guns without ears laugh
Machines without heart embraced
Victims of progress


Details | Free verse | |

BOOK CAFÉ

 
I speak not but spit snot 

I speak not visual-vocals in void 
             …..But 2 evoke thy psyche

Utter not hollow heart bit whispers
Breath out immortal echoes to fuel empty tankers 
4 we must lampoon that baboon low with its high tennis courts  

In deep ink I print my blistered body 
The de-caff in the Book Café decolonized my coffee-pot
Illiterate me can now Braille the author’s palm and comprehend. …    
I read the rainbow so need not my plastic coat for his rain is dry and over   
   


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Empty

If you had it your way I’d have a ventriloquist mind.
Everything would be perfect and I’d be so on time.
You have tricks up your sleeves, but I would be blind.
The memories have disappeared and you’d be so kind.
We would travel the world in blissful sin.
You’d shower me with empty compliments that shine
Like diamonds and jade. 
And I’d think that thinking would ruin our home.
So I’d move with the light and the sound, hand in hand while
You’d be the man. 
Huffing and puffing about all of your fame, and me,
Your girl, I’d never recognize your game. 
And you’d win.
My soul would end and we’d form into one,
Blind to misery and in fear of the gun.
Breathing would stop and I’d look around in search
Of a past nowhere to be found.
trapped in a life I never chose,
Unfamiliar faces and you staged in a pose.
Your ego larger than the box in which I’m enclosed.


Details | Ballad | |

Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain


Details | I do not know? | |

Spider's Web

So here I am again
in redundancy I'll say hello
living life behind this screen
dreaming of a world most obscene

I wait, eager for response
Clicking refresh once more
My world inside a spider's web
in this fantasy I'm still no celeb

I can hear the sound of keystrokes
breaking the silence of a lost voice
Speaking only in the form of text
This part of me the world rejects

I'm at wits end words falling loose
and landing upon so bright a screen
breaking away the ever growing darkness
as my existence fades into evanescence

I'll take only this brief moment here
and wish those of you I remember farewell
For as this night descends to black
It is time that my real life is taken back


 


Details | Narrative | |

Balance Within

Introduction: Even if you're tied to barely holding on, your control over will power shall pull you up towards the truth and success. But only if you believe up to all, that it's stronger than what you could be - that's when you balance the fall...




You may get old
Your memories may drown,
But your soul won't get cold
And beliefs won't breakdown.

Just don't you let go
As you never know,
Things you seek for all your years
They could be in your back yard.

Find the truth within the lies,
Fight your pride to end this cry,
Trust your soul; open the door
Balance yourself and roll the stones.

The one's you heart will always stay
So don't throw life out your doorway,
Life's too short and it's too real
Sometimes it's hard to see and feel

That's how you live a life,
The risk that breaks you down to bits
Saves and brings you back alive,
That's what we call the gift of life.

No matter how rough things might get
We get rewards for the risks we take,
No matter how hard or sad
Learn and value what you have.

Though, too much pride will leave you dried
Don't let 'hopeless', be your life's stride,
None of this will you take to grave,
Your deeds will lay, only your pave.

As you breathe in and do breathe out,
Make each one profound
And stand your ground,
As lies are just the fantasy,
The truth - is your ecstasy
And this will forever be plain to see... 


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LOVE ON DEATH LINE

I have not eaten today,
But my heart is filled
Not hungry of affection.
I had a fill of you last night
A fill of you for a life time

All around us are walking corpses
Corpses of political disregard
Humans of no nations
Even when they are bona-fide citizens
Your blood and mine flows in them

The government abhors the poor
Feeds them with empty promises
Shoves them through the door
They pay the bills
For social amenities they can’t find
Pay taxes for their castles 
Government built in the air
But we know their ancestors
Filthy dogs eating from the king’s crumbs
No; Lets not unknot the knot
Soon a messiah might heed us

In heaven’s book of life,
I heard the poor names are there
In here’s book of life
It is deleted.
Thus, in your head,
Lays your kingdom and glory 
Get rich or die trying
Or; be their poor and keep sulking.

Well, like them I saw… 
I have not eaten
Flesh gone weak to skeleton
Nevertheless, 
The solitude of love within
Keeps me living; I am breathing
But I am moving,
Towards your direction
I see your beam

I feel new
When I see you
From my heart 
Seeps through the rays of the sun
Its fun; this love on death line
We survived the genocide
We survived the war
We survived love
We survived us
I love you too.

This poem is dedicated to the abused tribes of Rwanda and Nigeria during their respective civil wars resulting in near human annihilation. Though time has passed, we still feel your pains chilling our bones. The survivors.


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Point of view

I,my eye,saw a good man doing some thing evil,
out of love...
i saw a "big bad man" give food to his family..
selling drugs...selling drugs
and when he got arrested all his daughter really wanted
was to give a hug...give a hug
"mr.goodguy" bought a gun and started acting like a thug...kinda like a thug
*sirens*
dang...bang,bang
a rookie cop noticed they were both the same "maine",man...
put his mug shot all in the news,and the networks...
got 25 views...
the judge said "who is this young man to you?"
his daughter screamed out "let me go,thats my daddy"
"rookie cop" mumbled,"bastered..almost had me"
they threw the book at him while he took "the time",sadly 

amen??


Details | Ballade | |

Orion

Orion

The belt upon Orion’s shores,
Contains
A Million Walmart Stores.


Details | Imagism | |

@#**!MANIAC@#***!!!

I came face to face with a basket case
and yet stayed in place despite wanting to step back a pace.
His eyes glowed with a blue as cold as ice
and i did not move for fear of the price.
I stood my ground not making a sound
 as he did the same not looking around only staring me down.
So i spoke,comming to a choke
and as silence was broke his lips mocked mine as to joke.
No more i stated as i assesed and contemplaited,
nor did he as he patiently waited.
Deciding this was a test,one to be graded,
i set to do my best or leave more jaded.

      (so i spoke yet again to my odd but familiar friend)
 I don't know what your problem might be
as you stand there and stare.
 Trying to look so frightening,
i hope you're aware that i am not scared.
      (His lips yet again repeated the god awful sin)

He mocked sankronizingly every word i had said.
I shouted,don't patronize me and don't try to get in my head!
Yet once again,he mouthed what i had sang.
I sprang with a blow that landed in a bang.
I began to weep at what i discovered through my tears,
for the blood of my knuckles covered a broken mirror.


Details | Free verse | |

Almost all washed out

You see clouds that is the outside
But the sunshine my heart has bled
onto the stormy canvas of the insides,
the rays of yellows and paintings, red 
from day to day
These are cleansed and erased
from turmoil and sorrows
by the memories of fears relived
It always manages to get in the way
I’ve swallowed many tears over the years
But soon the stage will be set
For if the backdrop becomes too soggy
or the wipers too worn out and groggy
There will be nothing left 
to stop my night from turning ‘to day
My soul will shine and break free
That’s why every night before I sleep
I watch weather forecasts and dream
Of singing ‘bout promise in the ears of liberty
I just can’t wait 
for what tomorrow might bring 


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

i use to lie awake at night 
and ponder of this pointless life 
up for hours and not make a sound 
i once was lost but now i am found
my sea of confusion, like moses did part
the instant i let jesus inside of my heart...
but than i let out a gigantic huge fart 
and realized it was just indigestion 
than like a sensible person, i began to question 
and out of those questions, came rational thought 
and all of the things in school i was taught 
like critical thinking and following facts 
so i came to the conclusion: religions a quack 
now i live happily, in awe of earth's mysterious beauty 
and if you don't like it, you can kiss my patooty


Details | Imagism | |

Omlet - or - The Taming of the Screwball

         "OMLET"
            or
      "The Taming Of A Screwball"
      cast of characters:
      Julius Caesar
      A Roman Teenaged Kid
      A Roman Guard
      Brutus
      A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends
      A bunch of Roman Senators
   
   Julius picked up the violin and looked at the
kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked.
   "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero
playsimus."
   "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus."
   Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and
shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!"
   Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch
of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends
run offstage screaming in terror.
   "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said,
putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder.
   Brutus took out a dagger and promptly
thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton.
   "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated.
"Youdimus screwdimus meedimus."
                     curtain
                      (applause)
© Ron Wilson


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More Doors

I must sit down and turn around
 be mindful as I sit,
 
the reason you can't see my face
 is it's covered with your spit!
 
This gravy-train is quite insane
 I chew my food real good;
 
I have a way of saying things
 but I'm so, misunderstood!
 
It's alright, I'll be polite
 and say what's on my mind;
 
if negatives breed negatives
 I'll be the other kind.
 
With borrowed soap, I can't lose hope
 and air my cares outside;
 
if the time's not right and at this height,
 it'll be impossible to hide!
 
Tweedle-dee, and tweedle-dum
 no worries in the rain;
 
all my good and bad times
 end up going down the drain.
 
Seems to me my final plea
 won't say as much as yours;
 
my journey's almost over
 while you've still a lot more doors !


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Be Afraid to Speak up

Big brown eyes and long brown hair
Shes so beautiful it isn't fair.
With every step she seems to glow
she's so pretty but she doesn't know...

High school jock with long strong legs
hes wasting his years drinking down kegs.
The beautiful girl stands near by
but she can't approach him she's far to shy...

Watching this girl for many years
scrawny boy with large round ears.
Big huge glasses that cover his eyes
want's to talk to the girl but hes far to wise...

Scrawny boy with the large round ears decides
hes going to overcome one of his fears
he walks up to the girl and asks her her name
just as the jock scores a goal that wins the game...

He tries again but she sends him away
she says she doesn't want to see him any day.
He walks away with his heart broken
shut down just after the moment he had spoken....

Beautiful boy with the golden skin
every girl want's to be with him.
After watching the jock break the beautiful girl's heart
all he could do was watch her fall apart....

Beautiful girl looks his way 
This was what he'd wished for every day
but now many years later, looking back
he remembers himself the scrawny boy
and how she made his heart crack....

This is a message to give everyone a chance
don't judge people with a once over glance.
Treat everyone right because its the best thing to do
You'll live your life happy the whole way through.


Details | Rhyme | |

Happy Holidays Or Merry Christmas

What if Christmas wasn't here? What if Christmas disappeared? Whenever December came... It just wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? The true meaning of Christmas would be in danger! If this happened... There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t have Christ' peace and tranquility! It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” For fear they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Epic | |

A Sisters Love By PjWilliams jim and Jack Oslager

(POEM ENTRY)
                                 A SISTER'S LOVE

THERES A HELL I FEEL INSIDE, AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE
SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE
TEAR A HOLE IN THE SHY TONIGHT, LET THE ASHES OF RAIN,PUT OUT THE FIRES OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FOREVER KNOW IS TRUE SISTER , I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER YOU

FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
I WISH I COULD WALK DOWN THE STREETS OF YESTERDAY, NOT A CARE IN THE WORLD,JUST HAPPY YO BE PART OF A FAMILY
BLACK CLOUDS ABOVE, AN ONCOMING STORM ARRIVES, IM FIGHTING TO SURVIVE, I MUST CARRY ON HER NAME NOW, AND FIND AN END TO THE HARD TIMES
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY,FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE,  NEVER GOES AWAY. RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
AS I LOOK UP AT THE SKY, WATCHING THE CLOUDS PASSING ME BY
I SEE AN ANGEL FLY,THERES A FEATHER FALLIN IN MY EYE,
THE SEEDS THAT WERE ONCES SOWN,WILL FOREVER GROW, YOUR SPIRIT LIVES ON, INSIDE YOUR CHLIDRENS MINDS, YOU ARE THE BEATING HEART OF THEIR HAPPINESS, CREATOR OF ALL OF THIER DREAMS IN LIFE
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP ON FALLIN, FEELS LIKE THERES NOTHING LEFT TO HOLD ON TO
FEELS LIKE FOREVER WHEN YOU JUST KEEP FALLIN
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, FLY THROUGH THE SKIES OF YOUR DESTINY
A SISTERS LOVE, NEVER GOES AWAY, RESTING IN THE ARMS OF ETERNAL GRACE
THERS A HEEL I FEEL INSIDE,AS A LOST CHILD CRIED, I WAS HELPLESS TO SAVE HER LIFE,SHE WASNT READY TO BE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME LORD,SHE WASNT READY TO DIE, TEAR A HOLE IN THE SKY TONIIGHT,LET THE ASHES OF RAIN, PUT OUT THE FIRE OF RAGE INSIDE
THIS I WILL FORVEVR KNOW IS TRUE SISTER, I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU.

RESPECTFULLY SUBMIITED & THANK YOU FOR TAKEN TIME TO READ AND CONTINUE A MEMORY

Written & Dedicated to Joy M Williams
Etched in Paper & Everlasting Marked PJW
Collaboration by Paul J Williams, jim Oslager, Jack Oslager
All Words Lyrics & Music  
320 S  3rd Street
Oxford  Pa 19363
215 901 3073 cell



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Contact

My God 
Help me to touch my rainbow 
Today I am feeling blue. 

Give me your hand to climb to the sky 
to see my life from an other site. 

Give me some colours 
To change my blue, 
To take the sorrows, 
To make new hopes 
For better tomorrows. 

Give me more sun to shine my soul 
To clean my fog,the blue never follows. 

I smile to you but I hide the cries 
That make my heart to close my eyes. 

I know the days will change my nights 
And give to my heart ten thousands smiles. 


My God 
Today I am feeling blue 
But I am not alone anymore. 
I hold your hand.


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


Details | Free verse | |

The sculptors pen

The sculptor’s pen writes my pain
Etched words flow in my veins
I writhe inside- distorted  
I am controlled 
Not by what I want
But by a vision 
Perceived
Inside
The 
Sculptors
Mind
Upon the 
Floor
discarded
Scattered
Askew
His
Ideas
Control
What
I do
 
 ©? Brenda V Northeast   13th January 2012


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The Science of Avatar Clothing

The Science of Avatar Clothing

I know this news is hard to take
If you’re like me, your head must shake
A yearlong study did conclude
The female Avatar’s no prude
The study finally did disclose
They’re built by men with little clothes
If you look upon their form
Of Avatars, at least the norm
Are females with those shapely breasts
In various stages of undress
You might find this news hard to swallow
Men are pigs and all so shallow
To me the findings were so clear
Why did it take those guys a year

Uncle Mike's Wisdom of the Web


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Confessions (The final chapter's end)

I don’t live according to these words
They may move me
But they don’t rule me
I’m proud of my accomplishments
And I think I know what you think
“He always loses out to negativity”
Okay, I’ll give you that one
But only this once will I admit defeat
Tomorrow I might sing another song
Or ask me and I’ll deny it completely
So far, unable to say I was wrong
Because I seldom am (at least in my mind)
Survival instincts and reflexes were quick
Far too quick but close to beliefs
Accompanied by agony, pain and grief
Too much grief, too little relief
Enough to make anyone sick
After all, these flaws make me human
When skepticism borders the line 
and judge mentality invades the mind
Expect dire consequence
Too much aimed toward others
Means social suicide
Bad mouthing yourself and life
Equals constant depression
Prevention is better than cure
It’s too late for me, I’m sure
Showing faults I know are there
For many caused unrest
At best, for battle I had to prepare
Cause nobody wanted to hear
Or contest the good in life 
Ever so often, I would reflect
And on occasion was quite impressed
Even though I’m not without fault
But I’m just one person
Who’ll confess everything just as he sees it
If I’m happy I want everyone to know
When I’m sad, exactly the same
I guess my life isn’t all made up, although
For many, my opinions are messed up
As from now, I’ll stop stepping on toes
My dress code will be…smiles and make-up
But I’ll only wear this ensemble
to prevent runny mascara from tainting the blues
In and around these eyes


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Cairo

Standing in Cairo market
streets bustling
horns honking
children’s
laughter
ball throwing
heat simmering
the melting pot.
Caught
in between
ancient and modern
sellers market
wares and bargain
prices over jewels and silks
fruits and vegetables.
Something about Cairo
City Triumphant.

Sipping espresso at a near
by cafe in the 
center of the bazaar.
Camels traded and sold
tips given by the owners.
Fine linens and silks
bangles and jangles of silver
copper, and gold jewelry.
Ceramics and glass jars
of all shapes and sizes.
Beautiful intricate artisanship,
music floats from the
music shops.

21st century effectual Pharaohs walk the
streets admiring the wares.
Where I have Paris on the Nile it
still runs cool to the touch.
Ancient Gates remain.
Cities of the Dead still hold their
legends with no refrain.
I see a silk scarf I have to 
have a bangle or two and
some espresso for the road.
The jewel of the orient
holds her beauty well.


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Moonlight Desires

Seeing thru shadows
Clouds cascade this misty view
Hovering down low
Circular shape so divine
Serenity clasps our heart

Desires captured deep
 Here with my love forever
Moonlight of dreams
Secures our sweet nights passion,
Our silhouettes interweaved.


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tagged

young buck, half buck, maybe two buck duo
maybe troubled like infamous Dutch painter
maybe a whole gang'a bucks that you know 
shakin' cans for markin' their container

a mark of art - some meaty graffiti
you see it's in the eye of the beholder
some show as crass trash junkin' thinkin'
some show as true talent a bit bolder

tag lines, Graffito, in muraled center-city
socio-arterial politico feigned angry, witty
truth's not pristine, it's dirty and gritty
walled-up feelings sprayed out upon the city

been runnin' the rails since the rails converged
been runnin' in streets since ancient antiquity
been runnin' since peoples opinions diverged
been runnin' thoughout civilization's calligraphy

there's been ugly crap - there's been beauty
there's been lies lined up on concrete walls
there's been tags behind corner cops on duty
there's graffiti hanging in the MoMA art halls

ever'body's got som'thin' they wanna say
ever'body wants their ideas to have weight
ever'body really wants to have their own way
ever'body's clean-slatein' with urge to create

Bomb the wall with eight cans o' Rustoleum
like Jef Aérosol, Avoid pi, and Cha in Barcelona
Bomb it good t' let 'em know where you're from
picture your mind floatin' with that aérosol aroma

so, is it some peoples art of expression
or is it an eyesore with no merit to us
that conversation is a never-ending question
really depends on tags you put on it, I guess

© Dave Lego 2013-01-14

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graffiti 
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MoMA
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jef_A%C3%A9rosol
http://www.adamvoid.com/index.php?/archive/archive/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cha_(artist)
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/aerosol-200802.html


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Colorful Adventure

Waxed Crayola of the color blue is my tendency.
This is sometimes the same as my eyes.
This color falls in line with my ancestors’ ascendancy.

Not pertaining to the color in sadness and sighs,
But of the cheerfulness, I strive to deliver every way.
Suffering and daily worries are my enemy that cries.

I think of the color blue, it brings me joy I say.
Not the darkened desperate shades of its hue, 
But the lightest shades, as in summer skies each day.

I try to look each day in a forward beautiful view.
While taking many others along for the ride,
Don’t get me wrong I have sorrowful days too.

Although I carry on taking the good and bad in stride,
The color of my crayon that I use is azure.
I will continue in life where happiness shall coincide.

In a box of 64 pastels, I predict a colorful adventure.


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jump rope

there’s a curve 
at the end of every sidewalk 
did you know every block’s 
measured by the lazy way a rope
skips and ponytails itself down its own street?
my, how my rope bends
alongside that straight line
six inches above what you call a ‘curb’ under my knees
falling and rising under my feet


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Wild flowers

Those that know 
the beauty of wild flowers
don,t pick them.


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I just can't win

19th april 2012
By Sashi.Prabhu(ZEAUOXIAN).
I just can't win, And when i get very close to win ............ They gasp to search and find where lies my secrets dark, I am not handsome or dashing akin some fashion model all sharp. When I start to tell them stuff they are not aware of, they think I fib, Muster they will all their will to put me down and just not crib. I just can't win When I tell to them it’s within my reach and I can do, All they will is to scheme and get me from it as far away as Xanadu. When I enter a room as cool as can be, They lower their voices and their scheming eyes avoid me. I just can't win As I work upon my chore some error which I do, they chuckle to see, They swarm then around me like a hive of savage bee. I always tell them that it’s the fire in my eye and the passion in my heart, Progressive push in my thoughts and joys to my nimble feet brought. I just can't win I just can't win Women have wondered what they see in me, They try so hard but my inner mystery they cannot see. When I try to show them what’s inside me, They all say in unison they just can’t see. Don’t know if you will understand why my head is held so high above, I push and drive to get my work done and goals met anyhow. But I just can't win The softness in my heart and the bend of my hair, They have exploited and I all I need now is to care, …. Care I will surely from now on, My resolve to be firm is now far from gone…. I dont care if I can't win. I’ve heard that the war is not right, Because it’s only broken relationships that are left. Don’t choke and suffocate on holding it within you, I‘ve learnt the universal words that are true “Don’t hold on to what you want” and you, Let go and it comes right back and sticks like glue. Wrong choices in life by them, Get you to the places meant for the “gem”. But am saddened now that their hearts now, Pass through desolate and lonely street they sow, To “resentment alley” is the place they will all go…….. With them losing my heart would be happy because "I just can't win"


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Read Between The Lines

Something is happening under the sun;
Some are dying while others have fun.
Then you’d be offered when you still have enough;
Isn't it weird? Isn't it a bluff?

Reality is right there in the neighborhood.
All walks of life in the same old road.
And meet a fellow who’d ask for help;
The ear can hear but the heart is deaf.

It isn't easy to ask or beg
As it really takes a lot of nerve.
Some can utter; others just sigh
Or only mumble then chose to cry.

The simple truth of a helpless neighbor
Must be articulated to win a favor.
When frustration sits in after many tries
He’d be opted on some pretty lies.

If a grand is short for vanity
Would a dime be too much for charity?
Is it a fortune for man to lose
If on a beggar’s meal he’d be the host?

Is there a need to see a bended knee
To understand a neighbor’s plea?
If the heart is dimmed by indifference
It fails to read between the lines.


Date & Time of Writing:
February 3,2013
02:16p.m. - 04:32 p.m.


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Thanksgiving Day

Today and everyday is worth being thankful.
Having warmth and love given is always thoughtful.
All of us should carry this feeling throughout year.
Not being thankful is just selfish, shows your fear.
Kindness should be showed to all each and everyday.
Sure, it may be tough at first, for your heart to sway.
God gave everyone a mind, heart and soul the same.
Individually we must all prepare and play the game.
Victory shall be the joy and happiness, you bring.
Inventory your heart; let your spirit free to sing.
Never let a sour soul, spoil your delightful song.
God is alive, great, awesome, he is never wrong.

Discover loving essence; make it your quarry.
Allow his honor to grace your existence and story.
You and you alone are the keeper of our Lords glory.


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Aborted Babies


Aborted Babies…

Innocent life is being murdered each day.
While our courts say that it’s legal and “o.k.”

Women getting pregnant and maybe don’t understand.
The tragedy that’s happening all over this land!

Is this really something that many people have willed?
To have the unborn to be 
“torn apart and killed?”

Many are told abortion is the “best thing to do.”
But not knowing who else to turn to.

Government pretends to have an answer for this.
But it’s just turning into one huge mess!

Read the Bible and you will come to know.
The God who created you… 
Loves you so!

Jesus knew you in the womb!  
Your hair color and name!
He saw your body when out of your
 mother you came!

He saw your little heart the first time it beat!
And saw your mother the first time
 she tickled your feet!

There is never one unwanted person on God’s list!
You are precious to him…  
And are never missed!

He knows each life and every heart that’s beating!
And brings purpose, love and
 a TRUE meaning!

BY Jim Pemberton


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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Disposal not Burial

For the home refuse we dug a pit
We bury the dead to forget
We bury the dead not of respect
My waste frame needs no burial
My waste frame needs disposal
Jungle wild  beasts bury not their dead
Yet the remnants live well-fed.


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Working in a Factory of Words n Poetry Soup is the Hub


A hub stays put
But around it the wheel rolls
A hub only feels the weight of the load on the road
But the wheel rubs on the surface of it all

In mud, on dirt, on tar
The wheel is not afraid to roll for it fits within its purpose
The hub always stays put in the middle of the wheel
But with it everywhere it goes

Poetry soup is the hub
And around it like a wheel I’m gonna roll
Sometimes the surface maybe on a tarmac so smooth
Sometimes I may wade through mud so sticky and deep 
Sometimes I may leave so much dust rising on my trail
But an artist is all I am
A creature of emotions working shifts in the factory of words

Mine is just to pack
The emotions endeared to me in the wrappers of words
Each day different from the one gone past
Sometimes it’s heaven is on a roll
Sometimes it’s hell in a storm
But being the servant I am 
My position at the factory
Impels me to wrap it all in the assembly line of words

So please understand
Don’t blame the packer working shifts in the factory of words
Blame the company for producing all the sincere stuff


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Be More

Part 1.

I wonder if the time and day would last forever
I think of all things will quit never
Among the time that we wish to do a lot
And a notion that is close to not
We have the talent that grows 
We seek it and it shows
Growing up to know each wonder of the mind
Going to best things and be kind
I walk a dream but not a dream
I want to do things with out running out of steam
So when I smile my days are long
Seeing that I do things just to belong
It hits me right in the center of my core
It grabs me in the heart to just be more

Part 2.

An interest that came by
It also was such moments that lie
I fallow everyone else with the feeling of hope
It seems that they rather hang me by a rope
Just what is the matter with people now a days
Caring for others I was taught in my ways
Do the people I hang out with always betray
I sit down and thing about it many way
My father and mother is not going to be ashame
They are not to even think it or to blame
I can do things much more to my very core
I can grab everyones heart and I can be more


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WORLD POETRY MOVEMENT

W- Wisdom and enchantment
O- Organization and envolement
R- Read, Rate, review my poems on World Poetry Movement
L- Leader Board for you
D- Destination of your desires

P- Poems from your point of view
O- Opens the mind- 
E- Envelopes and editing to do
T- Time lines and guidelines
R- Relatives invited
Y- Your all invited to read rate and review
 
M- My entry to the contest, hurry ends soon
O- Over $10,000 in prizes
V- Versed for you
E- Endless entries full of entertainment
M- Might be a good experience, something new
E- Epic arrangements put into view
N- Newly published bereavements
T- Testing to types of views, contest came and went


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Beauty and the Unpublished Author


Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored


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At Waking

Just a glimpse into this place
One frame of a complex gallery
More than words can say
Nor music can capture effectively
Painters plod on just to fail
Sculptures hands form what will crack
Writers scratch over the tale
Poets lament what may lack
No linguist may decipher these runes
Science finds no road to ground
Explorers fast find they’re marooned
In a place no one quite ever found
Musicians find notes can’t be played
Dancers still as the stone
The rich find no price to be paid
The famous find they’re alone
No medium can describe this land
Detailed in layers too fine
One look impossible to understand
One glimpse is to know for all time


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True Reality

Why is it
I am always wrong?
Something
I have always done?
Why is it
I am 
Never good enough
In your eyes
In challenging times?

How many times
Do I have to say
“I love You?”
What will it take
To convince
That mind 
And 
Heart 
Of yours?

What can I say
That will ease 
This jealousy
And 
Resentment
You feel towards me
When drinking 
Too much booze
Killing what brain cells
Are left
In that stubborn 
Head of yours!

How long 
Will it take
For you 
To believe in me?
For I know
I am a fool 
Staying here, with you!
Feeling desperate
Lost and lonely
Dreams squashed
Emotionally drained
When ‘we’ need to pull together
In union ship
To make 
This bond strong
Between us!

'Uniting as One’'

'Love Conquering All'

“Well!”
“So, I am told!”

I love you more
Than this
Arguing and fighting!
But 
You refuse to understand
The love I have for you

My head 
Tells me to stay with you
But
My heart knows
I cannot!
For
I have asked you 
To be kind to me
I have asked
You to open up 

Your anger and rage
Continues growing
Out of control
Taking over
Like
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde 
Burning bridges
Being ruthless
Always
Out for the kill!

I need to break away!
I need to clear my head!
I need to experience
Love and longevity
True togetherness
With 
The one’s I love!
My heart needs to experience
‘Healthy Love’
My heart deserves the best!
You now
Belong in my past
I am no longer the person
You once knew me, to be

Your insecurities
Your inner demons 
Far bigger
Than any of the love
You choose to acknowledge 
Or 
Feel from me!

You can believe this 
To be true
If nothing else!

“Love thy self”

Share
Without personal gain
Being 
Your Primary Motive!
Know Love 
Be Love, in Action!

Be honest
Have empathy now
As
I cut these cords
Of emotional bondage
That 
Bind us together 
True Love 
No longer 
Our foundation!

I stand on my own
Knowing
I have learnt the lessons
You have come to teach
I now know
What love isn't!
“I thank you”
For showing me this!

My illusions of love
Blinding me
Colouring my experiences
Revealing
Only what 
'I Wanted Us To Be'
Not
‘True Reality’


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Lean on a Shoulder

Lean on the strength of a shoulder
We all need it specially when we cry
Strength of the shoulder comes 
Not from the Gym, but from the Heart

A heart which is tender
A heart filled with love and  compassion
Great power comes from such a Good Heart
Then your shoulder can carry millions of tons.

Empty out the hatred
Anger burns your inner soul
Laughter is the best medicine
So smile and laugh often

Prepare yourself for the loads
That your brothers lay on your shoulder
Brothers comes from the corners of the world
Don't look the color and where are they from ?

Create a wide vision of the world
You need a Big Heart, not a Larger Brain
To you the whole universe is like a ball
You play with it and change the destiny


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Save Our Wetlands

My home state loses a football field, 
Of coastal land each day of the year.
I’m no cheerleader about this,
It fills my heart with fear.

I wish I had funds to donate to the cause.
Maybe if I expressed my thoughts of the situation,
It would cause others to pause.
As the pelicans swim to the beat,
 Of their inward drum,
And contribute to the state,
That many other states of the union,
Were carved from.

Way back before humans existed,
Our dear state Louisiana was merely sea floor.
If we humans that exist today,
Don’t get serious about this erosion problem,
The state where jazz was born,
Will be sea floor once more.

Our coastal industries, beautiful magnolia trees,
And the capital of the Old South,
Will no longer exist.
We won’t be able to reminisce about anything,
If our hindrance persists.

Like bacteria attacks a cell,
Our precious land is being attacked as well.
Like our educated out migrants,
Land is leaving without being replaced.
Saving this land helps us ecologically:
This includes the human race.

Please fellow residents and people who once,
Or never lived here before.
Fill Louisiana’s heart with cheer,
By contributing to this worthy cause.
If one can’t give monetarily, 
 He or she should then take a pause.
Be creative and think of other ways,
That one is able to help this wonderful state.

We would certainly appreciate anything you do,
To help us out.
I know the pain of the land will be eased,
Without a doubt.

Our state has faith in us as we have faith in it.
Let us not only be cheerleaders, but star players.
So that our precious land can stay strong,
Throughout its layers.
This erosion problem can be very costly:
Climatic changes, loss of land, animal and plant species,
And human lives are just a few.
Please help save our wetlands,
Because it is part of the old and of the new.


Wrote November 2003 almost exactly 2 years before Hurricane Katrina,
while student @ ULM and concerned about the issue, as a student and scientist the topic of 
New Orleans going under and the Mississippi River flow and creation of Louisiana  was talked 
about since  I was in elementary school in the mid '80s was a main topic of concern for the 
gubernatorial election held that year, and during that political official's term as governor, 
Hurrican Katrina hit, Louisiana politics I tell you- they simply tell people what they want to 
hear!


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I gaze into eyes bold and cold

I gaze into eyes bold and cold


I gaze into eyes bold and cold and find a
Barren tortured soul on a journey 
To a place in her own bewildered imaginary 
World

There is another world out there for which
She dose not care she has her own 
Bitter crosses to bear

She has a limited sense of smell and the
Nausea makes her feel like hell

She gasps for air
Her nosebleeds have increased 
And due to her chronic hoarseness her voice 
You can hardly hear  

Her state of being is impoverished 
Her heart is out of rhythm and her rhythm 
Has no heart 
She has lost the purpose of life’s solemn 
Path

She clutches her abdomen as sudden pain
Strikes 
Yet, she continues on her perilous flight

Her seizures have increased and headaches
More severe but they only serve to 
Accentuate the reality of her very real fear

She once had love and friends who were 
Dear now her life is in total disrepair

And death lurks 
As a consequence, of her euphoric chemical
Exploits
And life she says is so full of paranoid jerks

The only friends she has is the devil 
In disguise 
And the prostitutes in white whose favors 
Come In little plastic zip loc bags



Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006,


Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.


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I've Failed You Once Again

I Have Failed…


Lord, I have failed you time and time again,
By hanging on to my unrepentant sin.
I once thought, “my life will never get off track,”
Until that one day when I committed such a
terrible act.


“No one’s watching me” was what I thought,
not knowing the pain and suffering into my family
I had brought.
That one night of “pleasure” I hoped would go away,
but this sin stares me in the face every single day!

The lust that crept into my once cheerful heart,
Is now eating at me—tearing me all apart.
I once thought I was too good to commit a sin like this,
so many of God’s blessings I now will miss.

To you Jesus—my whole heart I ask you to cleanse.
for in you my whole life now depends.
Create in me a clean heart, renew a right spirit
within me.
Your forgiveness in my life is what others must see.

The most important thing to God I can now give,
Is a broken and contrite heart each day I shall live!


By Jim Pemberton


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With Christ YOU CAN Overcome

With Christ…   You Can Overcome!



One of the things I don’t understand, Is the wickedness throughout this land. I’ve often thought and have pondered. How can this evil continue much longer? It’s amazing what man will do to each other. How people treat their sisters and brothers! The Bible says that the heart is wicked above all things. We can testify to the destruction an evil heart brings! In all of this wickedness, sin and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! We’ll find eternal hope and a peace within… As we come to Christ and confess our sin! Why not allow Christ to make you complete? Lay your every burden and worry at his feet! He’ll restore your life and wipe away your tears. His perfect love will cast out your fears! He’ll restore to you, what the enemy has taken. With him by your side… You’ll not be forsaken! Your heart will be strengthened and renewed! His words of life are like “heavenly food.” By the blood of the lamb… You can overcome! Christ has the victory! The battle’s been won! By Jim Pemberton


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Anthem (part two)

I come to you so humbly
But I have something to show we

What can a sweeper so they
Clean our streets that’s the way

Can’t you see this wonderful delight
This strange device that gives of light 

They thought, we are annoyed
Hear our plea it must be destroyed


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Eyes

Dream of a world, Where there is peace. No girls, That admit to defeat. You can walk on water, Not worrying of drowning. You can open your locker, And look around see no one frowning. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Dream of a world, Filled with war. See a dead girl, And be dead poor. A million things, Happen at once. You have to see, The best of me. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? Think about love. Think about death. You'll see a dove, On your last breath. Wake me with a kiss, So, I can see your eyes, With such bliss, Before I die. Listen to my fairytale, Before I leave, Before I go to Yale. I walk up to you. I study your face. I can see if your blue, Or feel out of place. I look into your eyes. Somehow I'm suprised, You haven't seen in yet. You haven't seen the best, Of me. It's a dream, Or a nightmare, For which you don't wake. I feel like a vampire, Getting stabbed with a stake. Why can't you look into my eyes, And see I love you? I can see, You don't love me, But can you stop, The Dreams, The Nightmares? There's something inside of me, I can't hide from. It's my fate, But I'm too late. Dream of the possibilities, Of you and me. Look into my eyes. Think twice. What do you think? About me? Now.


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Wild Christmas Goose (Epulaeryu)

(Get ready for the bird)

Roasting a goose just for you 
Succulently stuffed 
With wild rice, and curried shrimp… 
Teasingly browned -- Glazed 
With a cranberry 
-- Current blend  
Yum!


Details | Free verse | |

The Written Word

Such wicked fools, 
What angry, half-crazed things they are
Such despair sticking to them
Around them and through them
Difficult to be certain about
How they have fared for so long.

Such violent buffoons, 
What dramatic, forgetful things they are
Such regret spilling toward them
Behind them and before them
Problematic to imagine
How their mistakes continue on.

Such loving simpletons, 
What brave, tender souls they are
Such passion within them
To end and begin them
Hard to know
The depths of their love.

Such magnificent dolts, 
What imaginative, dreamy-eyed things they are
Such creations flow from them
And I, one among them
Impossible to understand
All that is contained in every one.


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Written Release

Tis better to ponder then pen a far off thought
Much better written and shared rather than not


Details | Lyric | |

A boy and a girl

I remember the day I first saw her face on the school bus such an uneasy place
we both were shy it took months just to talk soon enough we would always walk
from the stop to her house were I d stand uneasy the sweat would pool in my right hand
One night late after school she came to my house I tried to be cool 
she asked if I would like to go out of course I did but I was nervous anxious filled with doubt

we spent a whole summer just hanging out some times I got so nervous I wanted to shout
I recall how she first placed her hand in mine I was sweating so bad I was losing my mind
the touch of her fingers in my sweaty palm gave comfort unknown and a relieving calm
I realize now she was just as scared but she seemed so calm ready and aware

she became my very best friend but even I knew the summer would end
before the fall came an took her away we spent time with each other everyday
a few weeks before school started again we went to the park are spot back then 
she looked in my eyes for ever it seemed I was confused and young I almost screamed
then she leaned towards me with the sweetest touch she said shed miss me very much
and then it happen her lips searched and found mine out in that moment it removed all doubt
an innocent peek between dearest of friends learning how such things have there ends
after school started that year she moved away I have not seen her since that day

Forever she holds a piece of my heart the innocents we shared was ours from the start
even tho Ive grown a lot since then that young love is for thick and thru thin
we never took not a thing from one another we held each other up learned from one another
I wonder if she thinks of me I think of her and lonely nights I hope she lives happily
youth is something you cannot keep I miss those days on the grass we would sleep 

somewhere inside the shy little boy waits for the day he might see that girl once again
the soul that taught me how to love and to be loved how to end and how to begin
I know ill never see her again I know its only memories something lost to the past 
if I would have known it would end that way and be over so quick so dam fast
I would have told her more of the true me maybe then Id feel whole at last
sweet first love I hope you find a life of love and find your faith in the god above
she will always been in my heart and mind and for now we must leave us behind


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My Sins Are Not Greater Than God's Love For Me



My Sins Are Not Greater
 Than God’s Love For Me!

My sins are not greater than God’s love for me!
His son bore my guilt that day
 he died for me!

My sins and shame, Christ bore on the cross!
Without him, I would be forever lost!

What matters now, is his mercy and forgiveness!
From a heart filled with tender kindness!

This savior, who bore all 
of my guilt and sorrow.
Will be there for me today and tomorrow!

I owe it all to Jesus!  My hands I humbly raise!
I give him a heart of thankfulness and praise!

He’s what I could ever hope for,
 and much more!
What he’s done for me, 
I’ll treasure and adore!

This same Jesus can do all this for you!
Today, his salvation is offered to you!


By Jim Pemberton


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You're Beautiful

Hey you with the sad face 

Don’t feel sad with disgrace,
 
Yes I realized
 
By the look in your eyes,
 
If someone hurt you …
 
or made you wanna run and hide
 
Don’t let that be a reason to go and lose your pride,
 
I see your real spirit shining true
 
I see your heart and that’s why I love you,
 
So don’t be afraid to let them know
 
Even when you have nothing to show,
 
You have a true heart in every way
 
Which makes you beautiful in any day,
 
Deep in your eyes your heart is shown
 
I hope you never feel depressed and all alone,
 
I know what you think you need is a friend
 
Which I will be until the end,
 
But what you need is that thing that stayed with you and never left
 
All you need is God and yourself.
 
Unheard cheers and tender sweet tears
 
Will help you wash away all your unsettled fears.

You are beautiful dont you cry

Free yourself so that you can fly.


Details | Imagism | |

The Eatery

urban alienation
pehaps ambiance of loneliness
or circumstances ambiguous to show



Automat - 1927

Edward Hopper 
  










Tribute To All Nighter Cafe's
Also Entry For Brian Strands Contest


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The Liberators

Hail this American killing machine!

Our power multiplied by our 
	ability to market
		abomination
And damnation of enemies
	following a leader
		we see criminal
Though not voted for by citizens
	or questioned by legislature
		or put on trial
Not to spread democracy but to
	force it into hearts
		by ripping through flesh
Exposing the armor of bone
	encasing the heart and
		breaking it free
Then through media and propaganda
	it is massaged to beat in a manner
		that is American and good
Only to have the heart reject
	the surgeon that saves it
		as it explodes staining the faces
Of its liberators and fallen comrades
	now seen as sacrifice and martyr
		causing unity against a foreign invader
That no longer has an agenda
	just presence in fallen family rooms
		where justice has never dwelled before or after  


Details | Concrete | |

The Bird

                                     
                                        Soaring high, 
                                                         Up into the
                                                                  Limitless sky,
                                                                          A traveler,
                                                                    With its red feathers
                                                                 Exploded, into force, like    
                                                                An airborne ranger, enjoying
                                                                 Its freedom and it never 
                                                                   Worries what to eat
                                                 And, what to wear like a poet
                                      With his silvery quill, glowing
                    Inside, his soul, yesterday….….....today
                                                   Tomorrow and forever!
                                                   A master, of his words
                                                     His life, free to write
                                                    And, never worries
                                                 When to stop, nor 
                                                   To die, for his  
                                              Poetry, will be 
                                       Remembered
                                                By
                                              Someone
                                                           


Details | Light Poetry | |

The Way Things Were

If I had stayed another day what kind of things would
you say, would it be a maybe or let's call it a day.

Back Then it was hard to know which way
I should go, as my heart over-flows with 
pain that hurts me so deep,
I would try to fall alsleep but my eyes could
not keep  from flowing with tears
as I tried towipe away the anxious worries and fears 
I kept inside of my heart this was a beginning
a start when we did finally depart.

It was a hard choice to make but I had to for 
my own healths sake.  
Just because I was the one to leave it didn't mean
that I couldn't still grieve and feel sad, the truth 
be told if I didn't feel that way I would be heartless
and cold . 

It doesn't make the situation any less painful  
I have felt much pain but that has helped me 
to cope and regain my self esteem and with
this I have learnt to deal with things better 
or so it seems. 

I have really grown-up these past years and I feel
like myself again and also someone I never thought
I could be but time has proved I can really
be the Real me and it is the best feeling to
live and be free to show the world I am 
me, and me alone I feel happy and at home 
and catching up on the time lost that is 
what I paid  the price and at great cost.


Details | Ballad | |

AS INHUMAN AS A MAN'S HEART SEEMS

As inhuman as a man's heart seems...
hidden inside is a tender side:
a beautiful side seldom seen by others;
and that fear of being sensitive
is a real hurdle for those men sworn in pride,
but manly qualities are judged by his deeds...
 
A woman's perception of the common man is that
he is lives in an unintentional masquerede,
to hide the sweetness he won't manifest;
and this unconformity won't let his beauty 
 be capturated by intense emotions of masculinity...
will he break the myth and be appreciated?

I have struggled with it indefinitely
and embraced this stereotype unsympathetically,
why are we supposed to be so uncaring and invulnerable,
and outgrow our own resistance and be so invincible;
have we realized that disharmony,
indignation and frustration are not truly noble?

As inhuman as a man's heart seems,
many sacrifice love for an unexplanable cause...
putting vanity before human compassion:
without guilt, regard and trepidation;
have we become so stubbornly persistent...
to lose all self-direction and prospective?   
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Evolving

That Lil green monster thAt seeps in my skin 
Making me trip on whats to begin 
Thoughts race and create words I'd never speak 
A new vocabulary evolves from the simplest of minds 
It's only cuz I'm exploring cuz still we tend to speak lies 
 it's the Lil canon that explodes the truth 
Just look around cuz society is living proof
You need too look this way 
Talk that way, and make sure everyone is pleased... 
That green monster is the revolution of change rolled into an outfit of his own n reeks of creative uniqueness. 
This is a piece of your generation living in mine.... 
That little green monster for me is the key to open the other 90% of my mind... 
I am at a stand still looking, observing, and dividing the journeys into groups
The intellectuals, the artists, the explorers,the lost souls, the ill prepared...
 But It is an unknown definition which society branded illegal because the greatest moments came from the 
monster himself. 
Viva la revolution... Creativity can not be silenced it is lit and passed to all.. 
 


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Rescue

Rescue
WLM
Wildncrazy555
June 15, 2011

She is coming to rescue me
And I will finally be set free
My heart will be aglow
On my face it will soon show
She is my sweet, sweet dear
As the day will soon be here
I know she loves me so
In my heart and soul this I know
We have known from the start it was fate
It will never be from hate
We will have our very first date
After that she will be my mate
The doubters will finally see
Amazement on their faces it will be
I will laugh as it will show
For they will finally eat that Crow
She will finally be mine
For the rest of eternity and till the end of all time

this poem is in a contest with thousands of entries to be included in a book by all poetry contest. wish me luck grand prize is 1000.00$


Details | Lay | |

died while i was living

can't be 
justice 
with the suspect 
smiling 

can't be love 
with my heart 
still prowling 

oh 911 
did you get the 
411 
my heart was broken 
i can't walk or run

i can't talk i'm stung
haven't even touch 
you....now look at 
the drool from my tounge

i'm seeing my future 
but my present is 
threat ful 
if i don't change i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
i'm just 
hold up i'm talented 
beautiful
able 
willing 
strong 
powerful 
determine.,.
my fears died while i was living


Details | Ode | |

SOME WILL KNOW GREATNESS

Our modern world has become
so advanced and sophisticated,
and its technology is at our fingertips;
unlikely yesterday when everything was slow-paced,
now fast-food and credit cards are a convenience...
and poverty is the plight of low-income!

Some will know greatness,
for having made unthinkable strides,
and they will be honored or even immortilized;
and I like to be one of them...simply remembered!
The great minds of the past, like those of today,
struggled to come out of obscurity,    
until Popes and wealthy people recognized their genius;
and those names became so glorious!  

Each one of us is born with an amazing gift,
and through vocation and inspiration,
it can grow in size and scope...
if it's used with good intention!
Painters choose the colors of their images, 
writers create the words of their moods;
sculptors carve out  faces with a chisel,
and  composers imitate the feelings of the soul!

Some will know greatness,
and though riches may not ever be theirs...
their works are the reflection of themselves,
or of others who made a difference;
we have seen them, admired them
and applauded them with excitement!
And they are as detemined as we are,
fullfilling a mission beyond compare!
  


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My Favorite Movie

wife yells out the door
"don't forget the cannoli...
and DON'T BACK OVER THE KIDS!"
'alright, already!'...
another day on the job
(gotta go murder some guy)


Richard Castellano (Clemenza) 'Leave the gun, take the cannoli' in
The Godfather: Pt. I


Details | Haiku | |

They Have Taken Their First Steps in My Heart

The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Rain drips on the windows
There is that which comes
From far away
With hands in handcuffs
I do not know the day or year of humanity...

Stars shine
Thanks to drops falling from trees
The moon springs tight a trap on my pessimism
For a night...

The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.

Copyright © Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Bor, 18.08.1974
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse 
by Joneve McCormick, 10.08.2005 


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GARRISON POEMS

Come see my world where the body is found
After the feast of worms is done; come see torn apart
The life and prospects skipping rope in children's heart
The dust drizzles atop the sutured sound
And eyes litany of curtains
And eyes gluttony of mountains
                           *******
Scuttle dreams of womanhood or manhood
Any child may do for the devil's device
Any slime may carry shame and maggot's vice
Those who die mysteriously are good
Matters not where the blood drops lead
Matters not how the victims bleed
                              *******
Through the barking night of sad moaning dogs
The battlefront kept a thin tenuous line
I could not spoon the shrapnels from the trembling mind
And the very sheet cringed the vipers' bogs
Into which the curdled blood flowed
Into which the tragic cocks crowed
                                *******
There are no fences here, except the wall
Of old zincs and shingles around the kind of house
That after childhood is not built again ... house
After house like lichen in the eye, fall
Bringing neither fire nor summer
Bringing neither hope nor terrror.
                                 *******
Think of those who live through it, us not you
The rags swept to the corner of the eye. Bent
To emptiness of fear in the scorned lament
Think that somewhere the muzzle follows you
And will not miss to tax the sun
And will not flee where battle's run
                                 *******
Did you say how did my world come to this
Scratching and gnawing and cold canker of sores
How did it imaged so starkly private yours
It's not our genes but our dreams that's amiss
The churning of the world in dirt
The churning of the heart in hurt
                                 *******
It is not my fault then but ours, and yet
It is my death alone that buys the flowers
And lingers, and lingers on the cloying hours
And who but the living failures regret
That we have no vision in light
That we have no comfort in night.
                                *******
Cringe me a mass on an abandoned hill
No running water, nor school, nor light, nor plan
To make more than community out of man
Count the dollar until the heart grows still
I'll show you where the error wakes
I'll show you how the honor flakes.
                                  *******
Bones clock bones shivering under the bed
They tried but did not shoot out the moon, you spy
Neither potholes nor potmarks there, just a lie
Trembling too in a drug addicted head
That one fix will be the last now
That one fix and then the false vow.


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COMPLETE CHANGE

to completely change and turnaround to you,
to see what you saw.
a lamb of heart that is open,
hardness of a heart that soften.
a change from the darkness,
that lightens teh burdens.
erases the past,
gives content and peace that lasts.
strengthens the weak,
delivers us from all the doubt.
seperates the mighty from the meek,
love that can be shared but not be bought.
simplicity of the goodness,
growth after the mercies.
value of the righteous,
laws with no abuse.
gentleness with every step;
timid and fragile like a sheep,
each important like a secret.
a reflection of a new creation:
an expression of a new sensation,
a revival of the spirit with each new generation.


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a great piece of art


a great piece of art
of the unknown is featured,
on his special day 




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Blessed Is The One Who Trust In The Lord

Blessed is He Who Truss In The Lord! “Blessed is the man who trust in the Lord!” Goodness and mercy in him shall be stored! “He shall be like a tree planted by the water…” And will not wither or fade when the temperature gets hotter. “His leaves are green and will stay in the year of drought.” Because his faith in God is what his life is about! “The heart is deceitfully wicked.” And who knows it? God! He made your heart and he helped compose it! “He searches our heart and he tests our ways…” There’s no running from him. Throughout our days. “He gives each according to the fruit they bear.” He knows what you’re doing. He is always there! Why not trust him with your life? Why not start today? Allow him to be your Lord. Simply trust and obey! You’ll never be disappointed by what he can give! He will bless you and give you a reason to LIVE! By Jim Pemberton 04/22/10 Read: Jeremiah 17:7-10


Details | I do not know? | |

Ludwig and Vincent

Ludwig & Vincent...


‘They said that you were mad, Vincent’, whispered Ludwig to a silent Vincent.


‘I still am, quite insane’, replied Vincent, ‘but you, dear Ludwig, you were deaf, and mad, I hear’.


‘I listened with my soul, Vincent, I heard it all without hearing a sound. Yes, mad and deaf indeed I too, still am’, Ludwig said, smiling at Vincent.


‘just look at them now’, Vincent replied, smiling with Ludwig, ‘look at them now, as they hawk sunflowers, blissfully oblivious of exquisite starry nights’.


‘yes’, smiled Ludwig, ‘look at them now, they crave joy, yet they cannot hear an ode, dear Vincent, they cannot hear it! They do not care enough to hear’.


‘Yes, dear Ludwig’, Vincent sighed, ‘they do not care enough to hear’.


Ludwig and Vincent smiled, each tugging an ear.


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The Ghost of Dead Tree

the ghost of dead tree
comes in new form, reflecting
the artist’s image 


Details | Rhyme | |

Words and silence

We hold them close to our hearts deep within.
Words we can use to cuase hurt and sin.
Words can do anything.
Words can be turned to music as you sing.
Words can heart you to though.
They can put out that light in your heart that glows.
Words can and will let you frown.
They can turn your heart and your stomach upside down.
They often make you happy to.
They can make you smile when feeling blue.
They make you smile
Grin
Glow 
Gleam
And beam.
But words mean so much more than they seem.
Words are not always needed.
And not alwaye headed.
I myslelf am stuck between those lines.
I dont speak much, mouth of a mime.
Look across the room and see a girls eyes.
Then she smiles at you to your surprise.
You nod at a man walking by to show your respect.
For its rude to look and neglect.
Silence though has anger to.
A finger in the air faceing you.
A hatefull look at you across a fence.
But you glare back without a flinch.
Words and silence are always used.
But whatever the action you do.
Stop and take a minute to think it through.


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Jesus Said Come Follow ME

"Come follow me" was the voice I heard.
As I began to read God's holy word.
I was anxious to receive 
a heavenly invitation.
So I accepted the gift of salvation.

"Why me?" was the question 
I had pondered. 
So many "empty" years 
I had wandered.
So I knelt down and invited Jesus to come in,
he washed away my stains,
my darkest sin.

He's brought to me satisfaction
and love worth finding.
His joy in my heart is God's perfect timing.
I cry tears of joy I once never had.
I now have joy in my soul...I am so glad!

Why not invite him in to your life as well.
He loves you much more 
than words can tell!
"Come follow me" - hear the master's call.
Eternal life is freely offered to all.

He awaits for you each day and night.
He'll bring to your heart true delight.
You'll find a true love you  can only obtain,
by inviting him in-just call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton
2007




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Cursed

A heart can bleed an evil deed

Yet in nature lie dormant after the fall
A return to fear after all
The climatic edge toward their own demise
Still a word to the wise

Cursed
A sin will always find you out
This ought to give the sinner something to bitch & pout
To light a flame in shouts of anguish after the fall

Barbed wire fences social advances & no it alls
Search for words left unaided in its time
The curb of enthusiasm and the sublime
In anguish the soul longs for rest

In being cursed with fear to never have rest

In anguish the appease of the blind

We live for vile excess

Still a challenge to be free is a quest for time...
To travel alone amidst darkened caverns with portals of instant doom
We have relatives that beg of you to clean your room
This does nothing to stregnthen the heart

To light the spark to what it was I have been waiting for
Vengence is mine the Lord will repay
Giving papal homage in which to bow the knee to pray
In papal square thwart in fear

An ego scream to shed a single tear
Yet no need to fear in which to hide
Along the garb of social compromise
A word from the wise

I shed a single tear to numb its inner pain
Yet not having her in my arms was driving me totally insane!
Cursed be the man or woman who will take no heed
To revere a sovereign Lord in which took the blows

The blood soaked sweat on his brow in timeless appease of want
No where to lie his head in homage toward the dead
Cursed is the one who will not be blessed
Our blessed Lord once again is putting you to the ultimate test

An eagle will fly through the sky in sense of direction
A hero's reflection in never second guessing
A heart that is fixed on the natural will never succeed so take heed!
Cursed is every man that hangs on the tree

Please let this be me?


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cross-cultural

people are like rubiks cubes
colored parts that rotate
and fit neatly into slots
and people are like oceans
with pieces floating on the surface
and dark mysterious waters below,
never seen by the human eye

and people are like people.
with variables too numerous to quantify
or map out on any spectrum
or allude to with words.

my intentions were clear
but only if you were speaking my language.


Details | Terza Rima | |

MORE BITTER THAN SORROW

When freedom is limited to merely living a gloomy existence,
not having access to all the privileges and total liberties
of a free society, then it's more bitter than sorrow.  



When one's faith is not allowed to be openly professed and expressed
to praise God and place Him above Man, it's a suppressing hand
hindering any heart to sing its hymns...becoming an ordeal more bitter than sorrow.



I have the gift of the written word, which the Almighty endowed me at birth,
and my intolerance can infuriate the rage of any suppressing regime without worth;
woe to them who will force me to swallow a venom more bitter than sorrow!  



For an uncrowned head, with no honor bestowed upon it, there's no need for a sword,
but how will the doleful faces, that desire joy to shine upon them, celebrate life? 
I can offer them solace, not hopelessness which is more bitter than sorrow. 



Cruel and unfair kings, you run your kingdoms with an inhuman heart and a bloody hand,
drowning your people in conspicuous silences; a fearful people, who must never cause discord
among the poor and the ignorant, lest they choose a martyrdom more bitter than sorrow.


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Bio | |

Dali

Dali.
Smattering of neuron fires.
Waking to dream.
Salvador.
Peace before violence.
Palm of the hand.
Lama.


Details | Haiku | |

A Black Shadow Pries

a black shadow pries...
her earthly music floating
the moonlight dance


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AS A Young Boy My Heart Was Filled With JOY


I once loved to tell others of Jesus
 as a young boy.
My heart was filled with
 love, prayer and joy.

Talking about Jesus, I had spent.
I loved to talk about him,
  everywhere I went.

As the years went by,
 I started growing old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my heart began to brew.
Even God’s word-I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
But in my heart was a hunger for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus-my long lost love.
I fell on my knees and cried to God above.

As I began to confess to God everything.
A newness to my life I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone-I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is steadfast and true!

Return to him to cleanse you within,
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton
2006!


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Cloud Circus

I have a growing black cloud in my heart 
My soul inside is slowly falling apart 
The decay of my spirit can be seen in sad eyes 
There is a growing attraction of this spectacle in an immeasurable size  

A freak show circus has come to town in this black cloud 
The audience comes with the currency of ridicule and judgment oh so proud! 
They point and laugh and mock me oh so cleverly! 
I am great for business because I am such a sad sight to see! 

No one knows what is really behind the curtains of my dark eyes 
Some where in my mind I pray for a quick demise 
I care too much and willing show the vulnerable card 
The audience mistakes my compassion for stupidity and labels me a retard 
 
There will be a point in time when I am just gone one day 
Some one will have to tell them the show is cancelled and to go away 
 
No more freak boy with the enlarged heart 
No more sensitive weirdo who is not too smart 
No drowning fish who can not do anything right 
Sorry your freak show was cancelled which brought you all such personal delight 

The time has come to find a new human attraction 
Some other poor bastard to mock for personal satisfaction 



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The Threat On Democracy

The government of the people's 
right, 
soaked in the heart of freedom 
and fairness; 
many for your enthronement did 
fight 
but our rulers age use 
your shadow power to harness.

Where is your true face oh pure 
democracy ?
The lions on the throne has 
painted you black and ash,
human right have been
burried in their court of 
conspiracy
just to fill their pockets with our 
golden cash.

Tell me oh democracy, are you 
this little errand boy
that our princes slaps and 
rubish all day? 
Or are you this catchy caption on 
our campaign billboards 
employed by political spies who 
wants to have their way?

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
but the rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,
many still hope and pray to have 
you as their only charter,
but the arrow and spears of our 
political gamblers wants you 
dead.

Many still hide under your sacred 
umbrella for political shelter
But the sun rays of corruption 
and nepotism still spank their 
head,

Panels have been set up to lay 
your foundation
And hands have been shaken at 
the end of it all 
But injustice has build in the 
heart of our rulers mansions;
They kicked your golden seal 
into the ditch as a ball.

Arise oh philanthropist of fair 
governance 
Purge our political system of this 
borrowed sewage
Let's give this invaluable gold of 
governance a chance
For it was bought with the 
blood of heroes and sages

Oh medal of our fathers victory,
 Stare up the golden bones in 
your wings
 And fly into the power house of 
our nation's glory 
That once more our ancient 
solidarity anthem we will sing.

 Oh democracy break out of the 
slavery of these theives 
Your name have they use to 
blindfold us through diplomacy:
Seperate the shadows from the 
sparrows with your fair sieve 
And let our nation be proud of 
your name called democracy .


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Thoughts

We all claim to be the master of our own universe, yet fold under pressure of this small world. 
When we are forgotten and taken out of the spotlight, we are crushed by solitude.
What happened to having dignity and self esteem and knowing what you are valued?
In the mitts of all the opinions of people have we lost the ability to think originally, leaving our creativity building weights uncurled?

What is to become of the few that will think for themselves and object to the teachings of falsehood?
The few will be frowned upon and made out to be the saysers of lies.
And the few will be tortured and taken to the breaking point, where falsehood thrives.
Is this what is to become of thinking and all that is good?

Will we black out the sun and complain about it's shine?
And will we wander the night, lurking for purpose in the dark?
Wandering though the alleys filled with with sharks and persuasive dogs with loud barks,
Is this where we will learn who you are and what destiny is mine? 

Without wonder and curiosity, are we better than the wild beasts?
Has our curiosity run dry and conformed to the mind of the collective opinion?
Has the mobs opinion grown like a conquering kingdom and set up it's dominion? 
Are all our thoughts and actions infected by their beliefs down to the very least?

If so, I refuse to take part but would rather be one of the few in search for proof. 
Though tortured and despised, they are the philosophers of our time.
Their convictions will be their salvation at the end when all clocks are stopped mid-chime.
For they thought for themselves and did not settle for the mobs lies. They will surely find out what has been taken from us, truth.


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Blessed Are YOU Who Trust In The Lord


“Blessed is the man who
 trust in the Lord!”
Goodness and mercy in him
 shall be stored!

“He shall be like a tree
 planted by the water…”
And will not wither or fade when
 the temperature gets hotter.

“His leaves are green and will stay
 in the year of drought.”
Because his faith in God
 is what his life is about!

“The heart is deceitfully wicked.”  
And who knows it?
God!  He made your heart 
and he helped compose it!

“He searches our heart and
 he tests our ways…”
There’s no running from him.
 Throughout our days.

“He gives each according
 to the fruit they bear.”
He knows what you’re doing. 
 He is always there!

Why not trust him with your life? 
 Why not start today?
Allow him to be your Lord. 
 Simply trust and obey!

You’ll never be disappointed
 by what he can give!
He will bless you and give you
 a reason to LIVE!

By Jim Pemberton  04/22/10
Read:  Jeremiah 17:7-10


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Do You Have Something Agiainst Your Brother

When talking to someone
 of God’s forgivenss… 
 He said;  “This doesn’t apply to me…”
“I have no unforgivenss toward my brother….
 Whom I never see…”

“I don’t speak to him.”  “I’ve no reason
 to darken his door..”
“I just don’t want to be  around him anymore…”

I asked; “What’s the difference in
 what you’re doing vs. unforgiveness?”
“Isn’t this a symptom of a deep  rooted bitterness?”

“Call it what you want.  But unforgiveness
 remains the same…”
“And you have no one…   But yourself to blame…”

An unforgiving heart comes in
 many shapes and sizes.
God is never fooled!  
There’s never any “surprises…”

He knows your intentions…  
 How you act and what you do…
Can you honestly say to the one
 you shut out…  “ I love you???”

Christ came to extend the power of love…
 For all mankind to see…
His message of deep compassion was meant
 for both you and me!

Walk in the peace and love of God,
 he’s given to us all.
A prideful and stubborn heart will
 only cause you to fall!

Walk in the healing from the words; “I forgive…”
Allowing 1 Corinthians chapter 13
 to shape how you live…

By Jim Pemberton
11/12/09



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I Still Remember Walt Whitman

Was is you Jack Kerouac?
walking next to me
down the street
on a brisk September evening
beating around 
America and Mexico?

Was it you Walt Whitman, I saw traveling through the woods?
	Listing to the quiet sounds of America
while still conquering city streets?
	While still roaming the halls of the forest?

But why did you Mr. Poe
	trade a pen for a vice indefinitely,
cease  your soul of poetry
	and your mind of interpreting?

Or was It you –  
Emily Dickinson?
I heard, –  waiting – 
silently without a Word,
without a way out?

And yet Robert Frost,
how can I not feel 
the embrace of a New England Fall
while watching a wall
mend itself in Michigan?

And how is it that something changed in America?
Left the body like a fleeing spirit,
blinded by a neon sign
	displaying a continuos sale
of the American dream,
not listening to the voice that used to be
the role of identity. 

Yet it used to be that America knew
	the soul that lies within.
Spoke the voice of value
even with the hint of sin.

It used to be the writers and poets alike
who commanded the land and shaped the sky.
It used to be that America knew
	itself,
but know it knows nothing
not even that it is lost.


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Constructing spirit

Have you ever come to share, your spirit showing that you care
not with flowers but the strongest form of heart ?
I ask only to display, why I may take great dismay
For the end is sounding then more like the start.

And so I've come to notice, after loosening my focus
That I might just be to young to give that gift.
Not a gift at all I know, just a part of me to flow
Anyone of you can see it if you wish.

But the blind can never see, nor were ever meant to be
On the team that will forever have to fight.
So if you want to see, i will teach you not for me
But for YOU to see the beauty of the light. 

Forgive me if I sound reserved, for too long I was disturbed
Resulting from the one who had my spirit sinking.
So I'll attempt to make a deal, with this thought not much to feel
I will save myself from dying, or just thinking 


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Natural Temptation

While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Haunted Passion multiplies per heartbeat              
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Though the past has left an impression,
New Hunger hunts an old bed-sheet
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

“No,” should speak an easy confession,
But loneliness pressures purity backseat
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

Wild thoughts parade with indiscretion
Pendulum emotions erratically repeat
While Lusts fever sweats out self-possession.

Sex brews choice with oppression 
Baking bitter standards so semisweet 
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.

A war of feelings with no recession
Continually fight the ache to secrete,
Still, Lusts fever sweats out self-possession,
Turning cold blood hot with obsession.


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In a Web

this territory's a wasteland
the curious that pass by
stop in for a drink 
then go on their merry way
a full suitcase to advertise

this place is a sh-thole
and no matter how nicely it's stated
it's exactly that
and we're all just suspended from its reaches
blinded by white lights and white lies
sex sells, and so does attention
for every word of information
there's a worthless thousand
cheap entertainment, free distractions
the cost of a monthly fee
and then it's all you can eat
so gorge on mediocrity
traded over wire lines
reeling you in at the end of this hook
this is the binge
meet the barely copable
becoming the still-ignored
in a beautifully "brave new world" context

we can no longer hear screams
laughter, shouts, sobs 
or the fizzling of anger
it's a disappearance no one appears to miss
so another slips off
and as usual, no one notices
so impersonal, so disrespectful
is this a new way to communicate
or a new way to fall apart?
there can never be too much of anything
but if it's there to take
someone will take it till bloated

the fastest way to touch base with the world
and we're forevermore wrapped up in our particular lives
so everybody log-in tonight
then wave goodbye to the world at large


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Disappointment Towards Me

How much it wounds my heart to know you are disappointed at me.
Even when you know my heart soaked in sorrowness.

My beloved mother never told me those words and you think you have the right to judge me without knowing the pain i bare.
God doesn't punish but does love without limits

Its not my fault Im imperfect and cant meet the high expectations of others.
If my goal was to keep everyone else happy then what kind of life would that be?

I am a deception to you and i don't expect to be perfection to others.
It hurts to know someone you love has stopped believe in the value you posses.
It wounds my soul to put value to his words of scaring judgement.

My mind and heart are full of mixed emotions.
I forgive his stubbornness and those who judge me.
The way i see it is there is a time were a person cant not meet the standards of others in which mercy with forgiveness is not shown.


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Dance

Oh the tempest of the dance
and with it's heartbeat move
within it's rhythm that perchance
that graceless not you prove
to soar within a cheerful tone
as motions weave to melody
does touch within the core of bone
and in abandoned harmony

Cast with flowing piroutte
and symmetry of step on floor
a caper to a minuette
and into dance emotions pour
like children playing in the field
and in song does hearbeat skip
to the feeling one must yield
laid to ballad on the lip

Dance is such a sensuous thing
to seek to feel in songs narration
like butterflies in meadow wing
being warmed by the sensation
as sinuous as a roebucks spring
to a blithful destination
and in its depths the heart must sing
to movement and it's facination

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Stuff

Stuff your rock stars, your heros, your christs,
your anti-christs and anarchiests.
Stuff your false idols up your arse.
Stuff your regenerative ramblings;
the spiel of a million others
spilt in diluted misunderstanding.
The generic rhetoric of another blank generation.
Born under the yoke of fashion not fascism
we walk a happy middle ground smiling contentedly.

Raised, sightless, in the sickly glow
of TV screens and neon lights.
Suckled by the fast food empires
and the bloodied abattoir's's carcasses.
Supping the milk of human blindness
with the blood of fallen beasts.
Schooled in paranoia and conformity
through magazines and film.
Body over brain! Body over brain!
Don't feed either if you want to fit in
to society or size sixteen jeans.
Passive skeletal expectancies rule over all.

We are over-looked and yet watched over; 
Monitored through cameras and stolen information,
watched on screens by perverts and bigots
watched for signs of difference and dissent:
word gets around and gets arrested.
Incarcerated. Gone inside. Turned inside out.
I have always relied upon the kindness of strangers.
Spayed to the point of mental impotence:
no longer threatening. Hope is dead.

Driven as slaves into factories, offices, banks,
working to gain enough to "buy" what is already ours:
ownership as proof of existence.
I consume therefore I am.
Ownership of possessions and of people.
Taught to repress desire, to plough the rut of our parents.
Mate Spawn and Die.
Breeders laugh in mock pleasure behind picket fences.
There is safety for us all in our collective clichés.

The pursuit of pleasure becomes confused 
through labour and labour saving devices
then drowned in alcohol and soap.
Happiness becomes vague comfort and escape:
Ignorance is bliss and bliss is easy.
Pre-packaged rebellion under state supervision
rattling shackles and throwing toys from prams.
Socilalists singing sweet songs of false hopes
an alternative repressive ownership,
punks so bereft of individuality repeat to infinity
even the intelligent ones just want to be another dick.

All grow old and sick together
having furthered the species and the empire,
return to the organic matter from whence we came
or perhaps ground up and fed to the pork and beef
down at Old (Ronald) McDonald's farm that we all love so much........stuffed


Details | Concrete | |

The Quill




                                                Page Seeking Life                   
                                         Blank                      Exploring           
                                    This                      Peace 
                                  Beyond                        The
                               Alone                    World
                             Travel      Joy      Unknown
                            Night      The     Letting      
                            And       Feel        Others
                          Day        To            See
                          You                Using
                             Like      Silvery    
                             Just  Quill
                                   A 
                               Am 
                                 I 




        
 


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The Gap

the generations are diverse
as different as can be
generation gaps exist 
in every family tree
 
Grandma had the radio
Hitler and two wars
"sacrifice" and "stay in line"
the first co-ed bars
 
My Mama saw Vietnam
Woodstock and the moon
television..  birth control
and phones in every room
 
Now generation x is here
and hero's don't exist
but we have the Internet 
and fancy e-mail lists
 
the millennial's have seen so many things
Katrina and face-book
you scoff - but know our purple hair
invite those second looks
 
each generation changes things
not always for the best
but heart to heart and hand to hand
we give the gap a rest
 


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A Vacation, Almost, Not For Me

After careful thought
Alot of consideration
I've decided to dedicate
My one and only vacation

First stop is helping Roger
For he is in despair
He lost his only son in Iraq
But his belongings are everywhere

Then I'm off to Redding
A lady there had the heart of my best friend
I need to give her something of his
Reminding her there a new beginning to every end

Trinity Falls has beauty 
I've never seen before
I'll stop here for a day
To keep my butt from getting sore

From there I travel the coast
Shelter Cove is where I'll land
Hand delivering a job
To a client in basking on the ocean sand

Down to Vegas 
My son I need to see
He calls just to say I Love You
Can you bring some boxes to me

Somewhere in the desert
I will set old items on fire
Forever discarding the memories I've kept
For the man my heart desires

Then, helping my parents
We've got water to move
Our orchard is growing
And more building permits to approve

I'll see ya all in a while
I better get my butt in gear
I'll write as I travel
For loniless is my only fear





Details | I do not know? | |

On The Inside

When I think about them
My heart aches,
Because on the inside
I am drowning in the tide.
Is it envy or hate that I feel,
Or is it just that I yearn
For them so much.
This all takes me
To the point of colliding feelings.

I am happy that
They have friends of their own...
Yet my self-sacrifice
Doesn't seem worth it
In the end, for myself.
The thought of them hurts me.
Yet I'm not sure
If my heart is
Allowed to feel empty
And this meaningless jealousy.

Is it self-put
Or do I just truly
Desire their company...?
On the inside,
I'm not sure
How this complexity
Resides in me (in my mind).


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Another Day of Abuse

It’s a quarter after seven, a cloud of silence immerse,
Six frightened souls, the situation a constant curse.
The candle burns dim, it’s almost out,
Dinner was scarce, not enough to go around.

The kids are edgy; the mother’s heart rapidly beats,
They hear his anger in a distance, way up the street.
The swearing gets louder; they can almost feel the pain,
“All jerseys on “mom says,” again we sleep in the rain”.

In through the gate, the stairs he doesn’t see,
Falls to the ground and curses, for bruising his knee.
Kicks the poor dog on his way into the house, 
Punches the door open and throws himself on the couch.

 Calls for his trembling wife, the mother of his children,
Just to punch her in her face, to let her know of his presence.
He shouts for his kids and tells them he hates them,
But it’s nothing new, as they’ve heard it all being mentioned.

He’s meal is served the last glass dish around,
He flings it onto the floor, a thousand pieces on the ground.
“I want food,” he screams, but that was the last,
“Eat off the floor,” was his wife’s suggested blast.

A million stars was then what she saw,
As he played football with her head against the wall.
Her screams died slowly after the third bounce,
No heart he had, not a shred, not an ounce.

The children run for help to the neighbors they implore,
They slam the door on their little faces, their plight to ignore.
With no one else in sight, their fate they do not know,
No brave soul to help, their hearts all sank low.

Six frightened faces, all abused and torn,
The eldest just ten, with the youngest just been born.
In darkness they stand, the rain steady and cold,
Where quietly they wait for events to unfold.

A thin lanky passerby called the police by chance,
When he saw that evil man, he knew at a glance.
Something had happened, danger was imminent,
No more screaming was heard, damage was evident.
An ambulance came hurriedly with loud sirens blasting,
While the evil man being shoved in the police van swearing.
The unconscious wife bleeding profusely from her head,
To the hospital they take her, where she lay almost dead.

Six little children, scared, cold and tired,
Enter their home slowly, that’s dark and quiet.
They sweep up the glass pieces and scoop up the food,
And take care of each other, cause’ it’s just another day of Abuse.


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Untitled #178 / "The wire thingy"

“That’s so cool! The wire thingy!
I have one of those duck tape ones!”
Oh sweet nonsense!


Details | I do not know? | |

what is poetry?

Heart is an organ,
pumping blood,
only a survival body 
can dream
and enjoy,
the touches of mind
flying thoughts
and a bundle of memories
or the significant experience of time,
becomes a poetry
when moment speaks eachother
then 
word starts to dance
on a white paper 
to kiss
the lips of a pen.
to leave a message
for someone.
to hear the message 
from someone.


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The Call for a Group Painting

Subjects! Pay attention for your first art lesson!
Assemble yourselves for a group painting.
No products, no advertising , no individuals parading
Choose a relaxed home environment with lush furnishings 
Otherwise show the relationships with the subject's permission.
Perfectly still like this you must remain for hours and hours
While the artist paints you within the  frame all of your features.
Architecture with archway colomns in the background.
Costumes,garments which are historical or universal.
Set the mood of the painting and that of the viewer.
It is a painting that people would like to live with 
in their homes forever.
It is a painting we will all remember, 
So be still my dear subjects and dont move a muscle.
Platters of rewards are waiting for you for your trouble.


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Gossip

Strap on in and let’s begin
It’s the nature of the game
It’s not a story or a tale 
But important just the same
It makes a sound in every town
As it echoes through your streets
It’s on the lips of all your friends
And everyone you meet
Its cuts you down with every sound
It wants to ruin your day
It only wants to tare you up
The gossips come to stay
So spread the word “That’s what I heard”
And don’t forget your part 
So you can take another stab
And aim right for their heart


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Outcast

Remorseless faces piercing
rain-slick windows for the man
given graces beyond what could.
Artist embraces passion and 
fear embraces stones and the 
town races to ravage his home.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Once Loved To Tell Others Of Jesus


I once loved to tell others of Jesus as a young boy. My heart was filled with love, prayer and joy. Talking about Jesus, I had spent. I loved to talk about him, everywhere I went. As the years went by, I started growing old. The things of God, I had no longer told. A coldness in my heart began to brew. Even God’s word-I no longer knew. I only talked about God to people in the church. But in my heart was a hunger for a new search. A search to return to Jesus-my long lost love. I fell on my knees and cried to God above. As I began to confess to God everything. A newness to my life I knew he would bring. I began to feel his love come all over me. The chains were now gone-I was set free! If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you. Remember his love is steadfast and true! Return to him to cleanse you within, And experience the joy of being born again! By Jim Pemberton


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Petty Harms, Easy Deeds

oh sweet, sweet mutilation
i feel for the ones that know not your ways
carried in throngs of masochism
you need not know of the devil to know easy deeds

cut, slice, wash petty harms
some new kind of knowledge through some kind of lust
cry, sweat, piss pretty waste
there's no truer art than the art of outraged disgust

i'll haunt for shock value if they bury me in censorship
so just cover me all up before some drone short circuits 
forgetting their becoming
all in spite of what they became

so tell me one thing
no two
are you easily harmed?
do you get queasy
at the sight of blood
or sharp objects?
do you quake
at the mention of
abrasions and slits
and gouges and sutures?
or are you
just as i may always be
dead eyes that see everything

oh sweet, sweet exasperation
in the act of infidelity
you wince at the thought of affairs
yet you weep over petty harms, easy deeds

(no, i don't "cut," i'm just trying to bother some people; maybe you're one of them.)


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Thanx for the Welcome

Hey, thanks a heavy bunch for the welcome
Hey, thanks a larger lot for the welcome

My heart is duly enthralled
My mind has been positively stirred

Two days ago I had a lot on my mind
Now ‘coz of y’all, here I exist in delight

Heaven must be missing quite a number of angels
For what I read on my screen can’t be wordings of ordinary mortals

For now I don’t need heaven
For I have found myself a haven full of the soup I need to get well

A brick at a time, each with purity and love in mind
I’m certain this shrine full of wonder will rise to shine

Such are the blessings of men and women of initiative
Offering poets like me and you the mortar to build our dreams into reality

My heart fills with gratitude, tonnes of it in advance
For the doors of opportunity I’m certain to unearth, in this shelter of dreams

The beginning might be a tad bit rocky
But please bear with me as I drift off my ecstasy to clarity, as consequential of this 
new discovery

I promise to soon find my bearings
And flow at ease like a new Lamborghini on these sleek streets of many dreams

In the meantime don’t mind if sometimes I blurt
For a new soup like this always tastes so sweet, makes one reveal what he was 
meant to keep

Thanks indeed for allowing me to be a part of you
Allow me to advertise to others that you and I on Poetry Soup too
 


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Scream 2008

What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring

this one is very long if you wish to complete the 
reading please use this link as it is 777 characters 
over whats allowed.......www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=448188090980

in fact I have more than several I cannot post as 
they are too long for apparently those with attention 
deficit disorder...


COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


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What is Freedom

I'll show them what they did to me...

I'll ruin their lives next.

I'll make them SUFFER.

See how they feel.

To be muted.

In this disgusting atmosphere.

The place that we call "school."

 

How awful of a life without freedom.

What is Freedom!?

Does it exist...?

Trapped here in this sickening place.

Everyone likes to call "School."

An atmosphere of over-whelming doom.

Why must I be used as a tool?

 

I hate them.

Feasting for blood.

I want their blood.

That will color my hair.

Blood.

Blood.

It will do the trick.

To feed my agony...

To escape my mind.

My question will be answered.

What is Freedom!?


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Poetry Soup

This is where I come to bleed.
Where I leave my heart for you to read.
So many things in my heart to grieve.
But only one place it can come to relieve.

It's where my friends I've never met,
Yet, in their minds, my feelings I set.
You relate my fears. You see my love,
Even for that of my God high above.
I speak to you of the one I hold dear.
Whenever, for her, I'm shedding a tear.

Poetry and song in the world we fill,
Leaving it with an insurmountable bill.
Though in money and riches we do not bask,
A little of your time is all I ask.
Poetry soup is what soothes my soul.
It makes even the broken feel once again whole.

I write when I'm joyful. I write when I'm lost.
I write when the world has me beaten and tossed.
It's a medicine so potent we cannot perceive.
They're words that can make weak humans believe.

So to you the readers I am ever indebted.
It's a friendship I have not ever regretted.


Details | Ballad | |

Dali,Bob and Me

How does it feel,to be in a crowd that's
so grey?
Know one to understand ,like cows
grazing in a field of baby blue
grass.
know one having one single answer
that will make hope last.
Until the next time we wine in need of
milk.
Like rolling stones going down a hill
made of silk.
Beautiful colours every where ,but
beening mean we hope it rips.
Black and blue cowboys with guns
on hips.
Though the false love that I have
and the real desire from not having
put in red.
How does it feel to not know anything
any more?
Soul is at the core.
Opening vault, signs of the times,
hidden in Purple skies, why?
can i dream of a Bull killing the
Matador?
I rather love,who wants me to kill
what for?
I quit!
Let me think,while the Sun starts to
sink in pink.
Bob asked" How does it feel to be like
a rolling stone?
I only keep moving, because I want life
to leave me alone.


Details | Couplet | |

A Christmas Tale

As snowflakes form into crystalline  beds
Santa dresses up in his suit so red
Reindeer restless to come out of their stall
Christmas is the most wonderful night of them all
All across the world it's so beautiful to see
People taking the time to fill others hearts with glee
Somewhere high above the clouds in a special place
God and Son sit on their throne a smile upon their face
The reason they are smiling is it warms their heart to see
Love and cheer is everywhere that it could possibly be
Somewhere in a little town nestled nicely away
A worried man looks at the bills he knows he must pay
As his daughter points at the advertisement on t.v.
Excitedly asking of her dad, "Will Santa bring that for me"
Suddenly he hears more mail land in the box
With a thud that hits his heart like a thousand locks
As he shuffles through the bills that day he runs across a card
So he stops and opens it right there in the yard
The thing about this card that made the odds so slim
This man had absolutely no idea who sent it to him
It said,"We know times are tough and what your going through"
"So we placed $500 in this card and sent it off to you"
He searched the envelope and card but there was no name at all
He reckons that makes this wonderful gift the greatest gift of all
He talks it over with his wife and they give half away
To help the local shelter feed the hungry on Christmas day
As we scurry about these days in an awful fuss
I believe up in heaven the Lord is smiling down on us
Because he knows on Christmas day that most all humanity
Takes the time to stop and say, "Lord we give thanks to thee"



Totally fictional poem but the message is one that
needs be heard. In every town across our nation
hungry families will file into the many shelters
hoping to get them and their children a hot meal
and possibly a single gift. If everyone who could
afford to give a dollar would no one would be
turned away - Merry Christmas








Details | Free verse | |

It is a show


They decide to show it is good
It is a show

They shout it is good
It is a show

They won’t let anything good to show up
It is a show

What do people believe?

Is it a show?


Details | Rhyme | |

If There Was NO Christmas


What if Christmas never happened? What if Christmas never came? Things around here would be different! It wouldn’t be the same! What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger? Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger! If the baby Jesus wasn’t born. There would be no nativity. We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.” It’s almost like this now! It’s an “ever increasing business.” It seems like nearly everyone wants “Christ out of Christmas!” Why does it seem like Christmas is losing it’s true meaning? The very words; “Merry Christmas,” seem to be quickly disappearing! Many say; “Happy Holiday.” They worry they may “offend.” Having a “holiday” without Christ…. Once again! We need to put Jesus Christ back into our CHRISTmas season! He is what Christmas is about! HE is the very reason! May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth. May there be shouts of JOY! From the corners of the earth! Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration! We need him so much right now! All over this great nation! May we bring to him a heart of love for everything he’s done. As we bring honor to Christ. God’s precious son! May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise! Not only at Christmas time… But all of our days! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Mother's Love

Dear Children of the Earth,

I am in you as you are in me.
We are interwoven divine humanity.
Together, you and I are the tapestry,
The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea.

I love you, my children, so very much.
You are my hope.  In you I do trust.
I am a living being not meant to be abused.
Will I live much longer the way I am used?

Only through my children shall I live and expand.
Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand.
Without your help, there is no hope for me.
I need you as I love you.  My tears are the sea.

When you are sad and hurt, I am too.
I am your Mother; that’s what Mother’s do.
When you are angry, I flare up and I roar.
When you are disappointed, I cry even more.

When you need cheering, I remove the clouds.
In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud.
Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep.
You turn your head from me even as I weep.

Do you love yourselves enough to love me?
Am I not more important than making money!
You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh.
There’s no thought for me.  My heart cannot rest.

Wake up my children, I desperately need you.
Wake up!  And stop the pain and abuse.
For my dear children, what is happening to me
Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see.

Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall.
Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall.
My children, can you not see I am a replica of you?
The larger reflection of your own inner brew.

Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me.
If there’s drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea.
When floods rage, it’s time to check in with your Spirit.
Are you busy with daily routine?  Is there no time to hear it?

If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego.
Observe if your mental processes are telling me, “NO!”
When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure.
Spirit is crying out, “I must make the land again pure.”

Together we can change.  We can make a difference.
I extend my mother’s heart to you in complete deference.
We must believe we can change.  I can when you do!
My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you.

I will always love you, no matter what.  That’s what mother’s do.
Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew.
I love my beautiful being.  I love my children.  I love myself – The Earth.
My fate is in your hands, my children.  Will you give me a new birth?

Your Mother, The Earth


Details | Acrostic | |

April My Love

Assured to find a muse
Penmenship must be at its best
Relaxation and motivation is needed
Inspirations will be its bounty
Let the world discover its tale



Tribute To All Poets


Remember April Is 
Poetry Month 
May You All Find That Muse


Details | Ballad | |

Luciferia I-- Cease To Exist

I sense something in her eyes that feels like tragedy She closed her heart but its dark pulse Wilts and stetchs against the wanes How many days will the passion bleed Till it subsides into the new pain We are the ones who will face the blame ''Don't you see what's infront of me, I have to face it all I know there's something wrong help is what I want but it's not what I find You're all filled with troubling lies and incoherent minds Cant you see you're strangling me with every last word There's something you don't know Lying in my heart is why you want to throw the stone'' Her raven eyes fill the silence Luciferia we cease to exist it's burning away-- all others' reliance Luciferia we cease to exist my darkly darling don't fade away Luciferia we cease to exist beware we've became their prey Luciferia we cease to exist


Details | Verse | |

Sanctity

Lifting eyes I see a vision.
Senses feel cool crisp mountain air.
I know not my mortal mission.
Though this glory I hereby share.
Rising peak of Heavens highlands,
Paradise, our ecstasy withstands.


written for
Sponsor john freeman 
Contest Name New Contest: Another, Nature Verse 


Details | Sonnet | |

COMPLETE

          COMPLETE
How sweet the night, my love you came to me
   from out of dreams I'd dreamt within my past.
They weaved the spell and made my life to be
   in need of you, before I breathed my last;

and all my days of feeling less than whole
   were counted in my life of passing years,
though discontent, I guessed a restless soul
   was but the price I pay, with all the tears,

for being borned and being let to stay,
   and little did I guess, or even feel
that all I've been's existing day to day,
   and incomplete, but never really real.

        And how complete you've made my life to be,
        as if you've found the heart and breath of me.


Details | Free verse | |

Broken Promises

The spirit of the age has tempered vile degrade
In desolation it's will torn wild
We send vomit into letters exposed to loosened fetters
Strangers
Erupted in mass chaos in its plausible quest
The more we want so the more we in turn invest
We wait in idol fancy as some lost souls in Sid & Nancy
We hurt then tie the tube getting loose lube filled with screws
We plummage into a violent existance isn't it relevant?
We think were alone yet we never are cause God is still in charge
In social regard toward difficult matters that appease
We lose sight of love & social need
In foot steps drawn in the sand someday we may learn & understand
In columns of rescued menure pile in its claim
The world outside is totally insane
A casual encounter with a so called friend?
The next day you got Aids, now you got pain!
The choices we make to appease the mind
In columns of choiced red, blue & brown....


Broken promises through its shattered glass filled with pain
Broken promises  can easily drive a man insane
A court jester will amuse the crowd as long as there is an occasion
Perhaps society is in need of a break on a long awaited vacation?
Closed minded sentiments filled in vile affection
The novice gets hungry stops at his local 7 eleven
Promises made in the dark have come full circle into the light
Broken Promises with advant garde choices made in the night
Elaborate decorum in want of passage;
We last a minute & grieve as the savage!


Details | Blank verse | |

A Picture of Betrayal

A face among a sea of faces stares at me
Cold and numb the face looks tired
Waiting for absolution from closed ears
A tattered uniform of devastation
Eyes, eyes that see into eternity
Genderless and weeping into silence.

It hurts to look upon truth
Surrounded in self-glorifying patriotism
They are the true heroes
Burdened with a remembrance they long to forget
A tattooed number, their name.
In vain they bleed for retribution.

My heart breaks into a thousand shards
And so many tears long to comprehend
But could not.
There is nothing to compare such peril to
A shroud of ignorance and tyranny
Shaking my head, a thought so incomprehensible

Reality for them.

Can’t shake that picture from the foreground
Oh, so many bodies, what did they do?
No respect, no reflection on their crimes surely
What, I ask, what could they have done 
So suffer the innocent for another’s evil
Surely someone question’s the final solution…

But no one did.
My heart dies a thousand deaths
They look to us, pitiful, no other so needy 
No act so disgusting, a betrayal of the human heart
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
Standing in a bare state, starring into history

They record their suffering in black and white
Burning images into a pure white film
A dark, terrifying image, terrifying
Never to comprehend what massacre they partake of
So beautiful their faces, so beautiful
I will never forget what I could never comprehend.

I will never forget.


Details | Free verse | |

Burroughsian-ish

It's these times the brainwaves' brimming 
But there's no cored means to articulate 
Hooked at a slant of transcendence 
Staring down fat glimpses of life lived through death 

It clots red-black, thick in the dropper 
Junky blood comes and it goes 
The eye of the spike, the swell of elation 
Death peals, heart drags, blow outs 
Headglows 

Don't patronize me 
With your long, lean laughs 
Stretched skin, smoothed skin 
Droning wisps of sour-smelt breath 
No-teethed, gumless, bone-grinding 
Skeletal rasps 
What exactly is it that… 
Makes you any better than… 
The junky in the gutter groove 
We all have our button up, fasten, tie-in, fix 
Some just subsist in it, with it 
Live it to exist in it 

It's high time the wavelengths blurred


Details | I do not know? | |

Hiding Behind the Cameras by Kenny Davis

Hiding Behind the Cameras by Kenny Davis

In front of the cameras
I would flash my prize winning smile
Even for just a little while
Basking in my glamour and style
While under the vile, pile of this world’s bile
Drowning in it as if I had jumped head first in the Nile

You see, behind these cameras, I would cleverly hide
All of the lies and late night cries that I buried inside
Memories of goodbyes, “Oh my’s”, and “Lord, why’s?” behind these pain filled eyes
Holding together the disguise, that my tear ducts have dried, saying over and over
“Lord, I have tried!” avoiding to relinquish my stubbornness and pride

Embracing the flash, as if it would last
Knowing that it was just a mask, for my stressed, depressed ass
Just a blast from that flash, but a way to move on from the past

Flaunting in the presence of paparazzi
Wearing Armani, sipping on Bacardi, Going the way of Gotti, like I was somebody
 
My whole entire world, caught up in entertainment
Who I really am, struggled in detainment
Behind this smile, if the public only knew what my name meant
All the tears that were spent when I needed to vent
About the real blessings I was sent and then where it all went

Hiding behind all of the glitz and glam
While the public did their best just to slam who I am
Confused by who they knew and who they thought I was on cam
Confusing remarks that made them say, “Damn!”
Putting me in a category with all of the trash and internet spam

I would give them the look, so they could get a shot
Sporting the latest fads and fashions, I even dropped it like it’s hot

It’s where would all of the people come from that stumped me
Surrounded by the masses of those I thought that loved me

Though I was showing the signs
Of the pain and hurt that dwelled deep inside
I would hide this broken line on this withered heart of mine
All to reinforce the strength of my spine
That in time this heart of mine would heal with these cameras I hide behind

© September 2011 k.davis


Details | Free verse | |

Somewhere Else

Remember “no talent, just too much time?”
Well we’ve had all the time in the world now
And what have we really created? Huh?
Not a worthwhile thought, dream, scheme
If no one cares and you can’t force them, yeah, that’s it
It’s worthless

We measured ourselves by potential
The songs will write themselves we said
We said we could do it, but then we didn’t
There would be time, a whole lifetime to look ahead
But now we’re older, wasted, tired (lazier maybe?)
And no one gives a sh!t
Current company included

All that time thinking and what have we got?
Thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts
But not a single finished product
A million words to look back at, laugh at
Then discard
Bye bye
Nothing new, nothing perfect
Things already said in ways truly meant
One good idea, maybe a few
But nothing immaculate
We’re nowhere near as good as we think we are

So toss it out
Like all the morons we ignore
Beg for some new way
Knowing conformity is the only way out
The only way now
To find any form of happiness
But how can we be happy by giving in like that?
By losing dreams and feeling nothing we want to feel
Then we feel nothing but crying, stabbing in our hearts, souls
Our very essence made false

So send it all away for good and wait
For someone else with different standards to toss it out
And quickly remind us
We’re just as awful as we figured we were 

It’s too late for me though
It’s far too late to give up and go somewhere else


Details | Verse | |

Breaking The Pen


You may break the pen, but not my love…for poetry


Details | Free verse | |

The Dancing Girl

Grossed in her worry sorry situation.
Not letting her man worry.
She heard life is a dance.
She dance her life out.

Easy worry, she gets worried.
She danced as fast as she can.
To live the rest to live. 
When she danced, the world stood still.

The world saw a restless dancer.
The world saw a woman who never gives up.
The ‘dancermenia’, the dance maestro. 
She danced and danced and danced.


The Dancing Girl,
dancing with shields of hope.
Dancing to win the crowd.
She danced to kill her worry.

She danced her sorrows out.
She danced her worries out.
She got her freedom in dance. 
She got her wisdom while dancing. 

She danced in her happiness.
She danced in her joy.
She danced in her blessing.
And got all she desires.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

No Way To Pay


No way to pay the bills!!

With little money from the job.

By taxes and debt, a freeman kneels.

To be like the flock, the mindless mob.

Awake!!  Oh slave, your labor to rob!



The tables have turned today!!

Working for ourselves, not a job.

We control the amount of our pay!

The rich and powerful chased by the mob.

It will soon be the taxman we'll rob.





Dec. 13,  2011.    English Quintain Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Question

inequity in life, immortalityin death,
striken from the words, taken from the pages, the pages of time, 
choose not what your told, but what you think, question your morals, 
question your world, question authority, question reality.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Heartist

You feel it in every sentence

You wear it on your sleeve

You paint with it, long strokes and curves 

You sing with shades of passion and
You feel it shudder with every shadowy footfall echoing out of sight

You counterfeit it and shout the news from rooftops
You place it in a flag

You write it into every verse
You feel it beat with foreign rhythm
You feel safe when it knows the key

You colour phrases and it beats a rainbow in the roof of your mouth
You pay with it for every botched line and dropped note

You choose to paint your heart on your sleeve
Your curse; to bear it for all to see


Details | Narrative | |

CITY BY THE SHORE

                      
                            Pristine shores, their past erased by tidal grasp
                         Summer days, diamond sand and burning solarays
                    Observant camera eyes retrieve...photographic memories
                                        Sleepless nights, city scapes, 
               Its tourists' sights from vantage heights until daybreak
      City nights, secret rites, which darkness keeps,some cities never sleep
  Souvenir photographs telltale of passions veiled by distance strangers keep
           Enticed, foreign tourists reap culture shock and natives... paradise
                                Multi-culture, t.v. hype and nostalgic tales
                    Cheap sex and narcotics, black market products sales
                                  Gather souvenirs inexpensive and rare
               Day travel here and there, no tourist sight unspared
Tried and true, even old world culture is new,  remaining modern cultural affair 
             On an ocean shore jewel lights invite, which no one dare ignore
                              Earth's grand wonder...the city by  the shore


Details | Free verse | |

Bamboozle

Seeing figures and shades that hint orange spirits.
Orange wants to intermingle with
other colors to make eerie paintings.
It bamboozles me how individuals can sense
paintings’ merits in a gallery.
After the four glasses of chardonnay, I realize
what everyone saw in paintings.
The only quandary was now everything is moving.
They say paintings make sense even down to every smudge.
The men here look like wine waiters in their suits.
I wear a button-down shirt.  The women
here in elegant dresses show their ego
by the sapphire broaches and emerald earrings.
I was not here for the art but
to see how people alter
appearances. A sonnet about people
who transform exclusively
for art is a luring theme.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Art Of Dancing ... ' (Part 1 of 2)

‘ The  Art  Of  Dancing… ’


Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why… Do I Love To Dance ? …
… it’s Rhythmic … it’s Ritual
The Body Is So Beautiful !

Oh ! … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
If You’re Breathing – You Ain’t Still
Check Your Heartbeat and It Will …

Dance … Into A Fantasy
Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come and Do A Dance With Me

Dancing … is Good Exercise
Dancing … Adds A Spice to Life
Dancing … is A Natural High
You Can Do It … If You Try …

… Head, Shoulders, Legs, Feet
Get ‘em Moving to The Beat
Back, Arms, Hands, Hips
Shake, Stomp, Slide, Slip

Bend, Bop, Break, Bounce
Push, Pull, Prance, Pounce
Soul-Roll, Slow, Fast
Jump, Jiggle … All That Jazz !

Dancing … is A Form of Joy
Do It ! … Baby Girl and Boy
Keep The Music, Playing Please
Honey … Just Look At Your Knee !

When I Dance … I Come Alive !
Waltz, Cha-Cha, Swing, Jive
Circle, Square, Line, Freestyle
Tango, or Step – Side to Side

Innocent – Interaction
Expression – Satisfaction
Set-it-in Motion … You and I
… Aaw, Just Look At That Guy

Oh ! … I See You’re Moving Now !
… thought You Didn’t Know How ?
Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! … He! He! He! …
You Dance ‘bout as Good as Me ! …

Supper-Club, or in My Room
At Your House … or Under The Moon
If I Hear A Real-Good Tune …
You Will Know, I’m Dancing Soon

… Dance … Into A Fantasy
         Virtual Reality
Dancing Makes Me Feel So Free
… Come Dancing Now … With The MoonBee


Posted for:  Jared Pickett, ‘Cause I Know
       He Loves To Dance… (Smile)

                 MoonBee


Details | Rhyme | |

A Father With A Heart Divided

A Divided Heart... I know of a father who had a "divided heart." Within a few years, his family "fell apart." When his heart changed... I remember when. Here's when, I believe, it all began... He started to help others that were in need. Sharing their problems... his heart would "bleed." What started out with the "best of intentions." Giving others much of his focus and attention. Very little time he spent with his family at home. Many days and nights, his wife felt "all alone." "What happened to the one who "promised his love?" She'd ask for "time alone" ...and "he'd give her a shove." He began to look at others' kids as "his kids" too. Trying to be a "father to all" ... by the acts he would do. Neglecting his God-given duty as high priest of the house. He would confide to a "pretty lady" in a nice blouse. His family tried to warn him of the dangers ahead, His wife would cry each night she went to bed. HIs family did that for so many years, he held so dear. Each went their separte ways... as any love dissappeared. This heartbreaking story made the heavenly father sad. By the divided heart... of the one... many knew as "dad." May this be a challenge both to me and to you. That our heart remain loyal, committed and true! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

PEOPLE'S EYES

People's eyes are not what they proclaim,  
if only they reflected their truest selves by being fair....
they certainly would offer charming smiles when they wink,
and nobody would keep from them or resist them...


On the boulevards of the big cities,
they briskly glance to admit surprise...
perhaps not too friendly as the country ones,
but still fascination sparkles in them to stupefy us...


People's eyes tell of love's tragedies and tales of past glories,
Juliet's eyes madly in love with Romeo who saw beauty and poetry in them...
Shakespeare who wrote of the madness in Hamlet's eyes,
the Danish Prince, who swore revenge when his father's ghost appeared to him...


On the suburbs' streets different faces are seen,
not as sophisticated and cold as the metropolitan, scurrying ones...
warmer and less irritable, not chasing after missed busses and trains,
a big difference in the fast-paced rat's scene...


People's eyes staring from sullen and joyful faces, immortalized by the images
of the serene and angelic ones chosen by the painters of the Middle Ages;
saints and innocent souls calling upon God's forgiveness and clemency,
and the Renaissaince gave us endless works of art so admired in all of Italy...


Observe me and look into these bright and confident eyes,
what is the feeling you get from their friendliness...
sincerity, unpretentiousness and a loyalty too unquestionable?
Are there any other charms that make them so noticeable?   


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

As A Young Boy, I Loved Jesus Look At Me Now

I once loved to tell others of Jesus
 as a young boy.
My heart was filled with
 love, prayer and joy.

Talking about Jesus, I had spent.
I loved to talk about him,
  everywhere I went.

As the years went by,
 I started growing old.
The things of God, I had no longer told.

A coldness in my heart began to brew.
Even God’s word-I no longer knew.

I only talked about God to
 people in the church.
But in my heart was a hunger for a new search.

A search to return to Jesus-my long lost love.
I fell on my knees and cried to God above.

As I began to confess to God everything.
A newness to my life I knew he would bring.

I began to feel his love come all over me.
The chains were now gone-I was set free!

If a coldness for Jesus dwells in you.
Remember his love is steadfast and true!

Return to him to cleanse you within,
And experience the joy of being born again!

By Jim Pemberton
2006


Details | Free verse | |

Peace

I saw a burning soldier in the sand

I couldn't tell if he was friend or foe

I just stood and watched him burn

my heart and mind accustomed though

to what would make the state side stomach churn

Mothers holding children charred

black or sometimes white

faces frozen forever pain and fright

I curse the day my heart grew hard

I still and will obey

I took the oath 

I raised my hand

I saw a burning soldier in the sand

I hoped he had found peace

and turned to walk away


Details | Rhyme royal | |

THINK TWICE

When matters go astray,
I simply kneel down to pray,
Then I see things falling into place,
With no problems that I can trace…

Few people hurt with such ease,
As they lie in our heart without any lease,
We have one mouth and two ears,
Then why do we speak without any fears…

Speaking your heart out is fine,
But the thorny words aren’t always divine,
So before speaking up think twice,
This thought is true for all those who are wise…

Sometimes expecting does hurt,
As humble souls are devoid of dirt,
But living this life has taught us a lot,
That expecting here isn’t true without any doubt...

“Friends for life time”.... isn’t an awesome jargon,
As they depart... yes, really... don’t beg your pardon,
So every moment here needs to be stored,
To remember them when we sit down getting bored...

Finally arrived the day when I found the one,
With whom I could share all my sorrows and fun,
Yes... He’s in my soul my life my heart,
His name is God; he is simply my part....

Can you find a friend with so much care?
Who will all our sorrows share,
Yes so now life has become so simple,
With no fear and no reasons to fumble.........


Details | Bio | |

Feel Proud to be Who You Are

Everyone hates me, I can feel it
I can see the look of despise in their eyes.
The way they snicker when I walk by
Gives an eerie feeling of shame to my inner self.

Hold your head up high little one
A look of despise is a look of jealousy
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are

A push into the depths of hatred
Reveals a cut to add to this shameful life
A giggle to my name
Reveals a heart being destroyed.

Hold your head up high little one
Don’t let them take you to the depths of hatred
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

Nasty rumors take flight through the air
Making a tear of loneliness slither down my face.
Slander written through pieces of literature
Creates a stabbing sensation through my already shattered heart.

Hold your head up high little one
Rumors are from those whom wish they were like you
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

My shattered heart can’t take anymore
I feel so still and lonely
My tears of hurt and anger fall no more
Because I have dried away the shame and despise.

Hold your head up high little one
Your shattered heart will soon start to heal.
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.

I am holding my head high now
The jealousy now all makes sense
My heart is rebuilt and my inner self is starting to glow
I am PROUD to be who I am.

Hold your head high little one
I told you that time would heal the pain
No need to feel so helpless
Feel proud to be who you are.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Leonardo was a Strong Man...

It was said to be...
Leonardo was a tall muscular
man with a well-poised
,graceful carriage.
Leonardo kept a journal
And in it he would render
All his inspirations for
future generations to tender.
He keenly observed nature
using all his five senses.
Sight he said was the most
powerful to commence with.
He encouraged his students
to also employ  hearing,
smell,touch and taste for
awareness and insight. 
Then he would majestically
stroll down his boulevard
greeting everybody by name.
Yes,Leonardo was a one of the
World's greatest thinkers in
the late fourteenth century!


Details | Rhyme | |

In My Shadow

I walk on the lonely road,
From the time I have been alone,
I have no company,
Just my shadow here with me…

I laugh, I crack joke,
But my shadow knows,
The sorrow, pain inside of me,
The only friend by me…

Sometimes I see it laughing on me,
Sometimes I see it showing sympathy to me,
Like a black eye it stares at me,
Piercing my soul like nails with lava on it…

My heart is dead long time back,
But lonely shadow reminds of my past,
Like tortured screams,
My heart remembers her…

This lonely road never seems to end,
I have to reach it end,
As I can bear to be away from her any longer,
Or my lonely shadow will torture my mind...

My shadow is the true myself,
Cold, dark, sad and angry,
As it cannot smile,
Holds all the keys for my mind…

In the dark I cry,
But I can still see her in a far away light,
But then my shadow consumes her,
Leaving me to shed more tears…

‘Why, why do u do this to me?’ I ask,
But she just stares at me,
With no soul, no life,
Just an evil grim to remind me,
Of my loneliness…


Details | I do not know? | |

12

And in the end the pain will cease. The tears will dry. The distorted will become beautiful. The tragic will become celebration. The empty handed will gain riches. The diseased will become well. The trampled will become kings.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hunter Painted the Bison.

In pre-historic times
Man painted on walls
the things he wished
for.Food.Success
So holy was this act 
it migrated to churches.
Success.Power.
What we wish for.
Eastern art contains
natures elements.
A mountain.A river.
Our peaceful dreams.
Art is important.
Everybody loves it.


Details | Senryu | |

On Her Silky Lips

on her silky lips
she paints different lipsticks,
same sweetness I feel


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gothic Perfumer

The dear old heart had an infectious laugh.
He'd capture the hearts of many a fair
maiden with his Baroque style and charm.
Like the magician uncle in the Narnia
books he'd be mixing and brewing potions
till the wee hours of the morning.
Fine port,Ramstein + Greek music blaring 
from the stereo.
White fluffy dogs + white cat matched the
Maestro's own Riccoco coiffure.
His guest waiting list was as long as
the red logie carpet.
Admiring female fans would always try to
take  over his lab to sharpen it.
Till someone once said "Dear Sir would
you ever find the right partner and 
settle down?"
With a twinkle in his eye and a little
Smile he said "Of course!"and gave a
little Buddha bow.


Details | Rhyme | |

the Unspoken Voices

The glances, the people, the murmuring of voices
Their thoughts are amplified, their eyes are narrow
The hole in my back burns as their eyes follow with spite
Something is wrong here, something is not right

Whispers gather making a vile whine
Echos resinate within the invisible walls
They think I don't hear the wailing sound
But with their words, in these chains I am bound

Tightly they are clamped, thrown around my neck
The chains they think I don't see
So tight, I bleed, so tight, I can't breathe
With my heart in my hands, I offer and grieve

Battered and bruised I await the next blow
In the horror of their unspoken words, I scream
Their judgments have made me broken and lame
I lay in the residue of emptiness and shame

They've broken my body, ripped apart my soul
With their thoughts so loud, they have taken control
I watch my heart grow bitter and die
It shrivels to nothingness as I lay to proud to cry.


Details | I do not know? | |

Not for you

My patience slips as I wait for you. 
I think of the conversations that lay ahead.
The concrete is cold in Niagara.
You arrive with a fake smile.
I sit down and soon realize you are concrete.
 
People are different on vacation.
The booze, the heat and no responsibility.
With a moon grinning back at me.
Its to easy to fall in love.
 
Your place is all grown up.
You like to make me think, your holding everything together.
Really it's all falling apart.
 
I am planning my escape before the sun comes up.
I followed a dream.
 
Your my favourite dissapointment.




Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain,
the homeless child, shall never gain.
My fingers stumble when reaching out,
humble feelings trembling with doubt.

My lifeblood's flow, has been denied,
listening as the lost children cried.
My hopes dashed, and thrown away,
like some unborn status played.

Dismembered, fetus of living hell,
from warmth, a lost child did dwell.
Encased in their own veil of sorrow,
no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide,
possess the young, unwed child bride.
My heart won't span the broken hours,
wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.


Details | ABC | |

the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


Details | Ode | |

The Way To See Heaven

They say the way to see Heaven,
is look to the skies.
Yet, all I have to do
is look into your eyes.

Your heart is pure;
Your heart is true.
That is why I
fell in love with you.


I see your love
when our eyes meet
I feel your  love
with so much heat

  I feel your love
when my heart skips a beat
I feel it when it
knocks me off of my feet


 I will love you
till the end,at my death
I will love you,
till my very last breath.

 

Copyright McCuen 2008


Details | Monoku | |

EVERYBOBY HAS RIGHTS

rights has no corlor
for all  sisters and brothers
pull one anuthers
to see the light
stan s up and fight
EVERYBOBY HAS
RIGHTS


Details | Cinquain | |

OLD WIVES TALES

She asked
him a question-
what do gentlemen relish?
the way to my heart is through my
stomach.
He asked
her a question-
what do ladies desire ?
the way to my heart lies via 
my ear.



Details | Lyric | |

Conflict of the Heart

Conflict of the Heart
                    By Dane Smith-Johnsen

From whence comes constant conflict, from within?
You and I would never call love a sin.
Prayers prayed; what shall be our destination? 
I felt it, the Spirit’s confirmation.
The message, loud and clear; marry Ingrid.
Safe, comfortable in your arms, my heart hid.
Marriage license bought and commitments made.
Dreams about the future carefully stayed.
Trust given, and with no reservation.
Joy grew beyond one’s imagination.
There, with you, fears of the world subsided.
Peacefulness within my soul abided.
God’s loving gift had been in my heart laid.
The gratitude felt couldn’t be repaid.
Yes, I do remember that God is kind. 
Yet, life’s eternal mate was hard to find.
Love, twisted in a vine, finally found.
The fragrant fruit burst forth; free love unbound.
Adoration, a present deep within,
Fulfilled empty places could be no sin.
Exuberating hopes burst forth each day.
Dreams engulf all reason; some say we’re gay.
There, before me in splendour you stand tall.
Love for you, hermaphrodite, shall not fall.
Despite the glaring stare that some folks give
Together, we’ll press forward, just to live.
Please look upon the good, withhold your darts.
And pray, dear friend, that hatred soon departs.
Judgement assumes its toll upon the soul.
Subsided inner conflict is love’s gold.
We’ll ask God to lift conflict from within
To help us gain respect from thoughtless men.
So let the peace begin with open hearts.
For that is where pure love taught by Christ starts.
                  
            AMEN
  

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
   December 27, 2006

Poetic form: Lyrical-Couplets

Hermaphrodites have a complex genetic make up.  My Ingrid is the father of a beautiful 
daughter.


Details | Free verse | |

MARTYER

Martyer 
Martyer 
His main idea was not survival unless you count the spirit at the end of life. The 
hatred in his heart for the people cheering and jeering left him in just one 
moment of his time. A heart given to the LORD will never die but is beating now 
inside the body of the christian. 
The man was name of mud or even fence his name is not important but just for 
this one poem call him JIM. Jim went to the ARENA against his own will and torn 
inside to try to survive and live. The end of time comes to some in the form of real 
life death. The crowd was silent as the MAN strode to the LION and slapped him 
twice so hard the lion felt it. 
The man was soon destroyed by the LION just reacting just a thing created to be 
smiting 
anything and anyone that bothers it. This man JIM was soon a thing of many 
pieces laying there. This is called martyr when a MAN gives of himself to his own 
LORD the life given unto him is now returned. This is very hard to do and seems 
so odd and yet the way to Heaven is not easy for most men and the Lion would 
not eat the man for food it seemed to sense that the party was now over. The 
Emperor was Constantine he loved the sport and watched it endlessly not no he 
did not like the persecutions but even this Constantine was unable to save the 
life of JIM the martyr the christian the friend of JESUS . ROME continued in its fall 
and fell from Grace but thanks be unto Constantine for making it a better place. 


When Diocletian and Maximian announced their retirement in 305, the problem 
posed by the Christians was unresolved and the persecution in progress. Upon 
coming to power Constantine unilaterally ended all persecution in his territories, 
even providing for restitution. His personal devotions, however, he offered first to 
Mars and then increasingly to Apollo, reverenced as Sol Invictus. 



Details | Sonnet | |

Young Love

June 17, 2006
 
How sweet, how serene,
Delicate inside a core,
A flower I have bore.
Such a magnificent scene!
 
Blossoms in bloom are what you bring.
I couldn’t ask of you for much more,
I even find you shining on the Seashore.
You make my heart dance and sing!
 
The Sun shines down on me,
And the Moon leads my way.
The Stars shine and I can see,
A beautiful Sun shiny day!
 
You come from somewhere up above,
Tender in my heart is a Young Love!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 


Details | Free verse | |

Cranberry Float (part2)I

time has no meaning here
all about is tidings and cheer
our team always win
and the wind keeps the kites high
the grass cut and green
the lake blue and serene
soccer moms and toddlers toddling
while dads encourage
at finale at last 
we run to to the square for a blast
we eat our burgers with cheese
and double malted shakes apease
but not for me the only thing that satisfies
is a cranbery float
whilst listening the juke box boom
and watching as everthing pulses in the room


Details | Free verse | |

Halloween Party?

I don't know where we all live, but if concievable, how about a Hallowen dress up
Party?  Kids, spouses, maybe s even music.  Maybe a prize for best constume. 
And some of my "schtick!"  Let me know



Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Dance ... ' (Part 2 of 2)

‘ The  Dance … ’


Oh … How I Love To Dance
Why … Do I Love To Dance ? …
Its Rhythmic … Its Ritual
… The Body is So Beautiful ! …

Once … I Saw The Ocean Groove
… That’s The Way, I Want to Move
Earth-Spinning, Round and Round
Don’t You Know … We All Get Down ?

Don’t You Know, What The Good-Book Says
‘God’ … Moves in Mysterious Ways
That Is Why I Love To Dance …
… His Empire, Moves In Elegance !

Lord, Have Mercy, Keep Moving Me
Moving and Grooving, to Your Glory !
Blood-Flowing, Lung – Breathe
‘ The Spirit ‘, is Zooming … You Better Believe !

( Just Look At It Move ‘His’ Girl, MoonBee !_

Acrobat, Hip-Hop, Ballet
Art of Tap, Polka, Reggae’
You Can Do It !… I Know You Can
Just Listen, To That Bible – Band ! …

Music … Just Adds Motivation
Stirs A Soul To Celebration
Dancing … is A Declaration
We’re On Cruise-Control, In His Creation !

Dancing … Can Be A Holy Act
God, and His Son … Like It, Like That
So, Nod Your Head … Do The Wave
Signal ! … You Want To Be Saved !

Don’t Be Shy … At Situation
Meet Me At ‘ The Revelation’
They’re Opening Up, The Garden – Gate
… Hurry Now … Don’t Be Late !

Cherubs, gonna’ Let Us In
No Cover Charge … Bring A Friend
Oh ‘Son of God’ … Please Partner Me
… Dance Me To Eternity !

Oh, How I Love To Dance
It’s A Rhythm – Romance
Passion – Performance
Yes Lord … I Love To Dance

Dance! … into Eternity
Dance! … Better Than A Fantasy
Dance! … Universal Dance Floor
Dance! … Don’t You Wanna’ Dance Some More ?

Dance ! … Now, Can’t You See ? …
Dance ! … We Gon’   P a r t y !
Dance With This Girl, thru The Galaxy
Dance With The Stars and The Only MoonBee

Boys Shout ! … ‘Bring On The Dancing Girls !’
God’s Making A Wonder World
Them … Us … You … and Me …
Still Moving … To His Mystery !

           Now Dance ….


Details | I do not know? | |

Queen's Love

Sparkle dreams 
       
                  of summer love
               
                                      pleasures a women's 
                              

     inner love. 
                        
                       Love is 
                                           
                                             complicating,  
                                                      

             being a 
                                                          
                           life gift for                                                 
                                        
                                                    a royal Queen.


Details | Rhyme | |

Alphabet Soup

(A Tribute to the Poetry Soup Staff)

A table
A soul
With cups of alphabet soup-
A ladle
A bowl
Is what's needed to scoop

Portions from the bottom,
The pot keeps getting better,
Sipping words and phrases
From spoonfuls of letters.


(Thanks to the Staff for bringing this Community together.)


Details | I do not know? | |

Oh, Low Art

Icarus climbs to spite the sun;
marveling now at his own reaches
daring leer for daunting heights he
spat in the face of God

On a cave wall and in the cathedrals
pigment proof that myth is miracle--
masters of their time;
each a soulful servant

Such shame if they glimpsed today
spattered modern, careless splashes
might Caravaggio curse the lot
and poor old Rembrandt faint

Oh, low art and the analogue vein
stumbling brushstrokes stenciled in
who are you, creator
but were you not created




Details | Free verse | |

Up and Down

When 
Corruption and irresponsibility,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A heart has got a coronary disease.

When 
A partial selection, 
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A plant fruit will die in its childhood.

When 
A Sensibility and intelligence,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
Progress is flying as a balloon.

When 
Immaturity and Impatience,
Maintains a system,
That seems,
A body suffers with High blood pressure.

When 
A Heart feels beauty, 
Mind accepts politeness,
Appreciation praises naturally,
A body dreams Love.

When
Quality and performance,
Maintains a system,
A progressive nature,
Delivers satisfaction and prosperity.

Then
A person can sleep,
Smoothness maintains a system,
Cooperation builds a chain,
Supply grows as air flows in the rain.

But
Everyone likes the tides,
Up and down,
New challenges gain further directions,
A business motivates in Life.


Details | Alliteration | |

Cranbery Float (part3)

Can you feel the awe in the air
caressing all with it's range
catering to the joys of this earthly paradise
created in the mind of it's author
care free children frolicking to and fro
capturing the sun in a tall glass of juice to sweeten it more
cranbery floats are best on these days


Details | Romanticism | |

A Hope of Living

When Sun arises
A new thought touches my mind
A fresh struggle takes place 
A burning belly
Approaches to search
Something to eat
To cool down the burn 
Fire of appetite
Matter comes and goes
Thoughts make a new direction
Easy approach 
To enjoy different tastes
New skills and ability comes after
To spend a comfortable
Journey of Life
Everyone wants to spend
Time for peace
With someone’s co-operation
For someone’s Love 
Affection and understanding
The roots of fragrance
Always wanders 
For good memories
Shares and laughs 
And lives with until last breath
With new hope.
A hope of living.


Details | Ballad | |

TO LOVE MYSELF SO INTENSELY...

When life was given to me,
from the kindest mother
this ungrateful world ever knew,
I caught my first breath
as my tiny heart started to laugh;
that moment was ingrained in time,
instilled in that child's memory...
for countless years to pull me through,
reminding myself who got me on this safe shore!

To love myself so intensely...
is to honor her degnified memory,
others may have not been so lucky
to have had a mother who had
loved them so passionately;
I heeded her words, listened how she prayed...
even in suffering, she sought the presence of God,
the same God who has been testing a faith so bold!

My righteous mother was an image of holiness,
her pure heart despised ugliness...
a saint who will never be recognized,
and so unknown for her sacrifice!
She had the pity of Jesus's mother,
and the perseverance of a martyr;
had she be living in Nero's time,
she woud have died for Christ!

To love myself so intensely
is to be grateful to her immensely,
and consume that fervent love
in the same way she did;  no stories,
or ballads will be writtten about her...
to somehow remember her,
but with my loving poem everyone will know,
and come to realize that mothers dont' have
to be heroines to go down in History!


Details | Free verse | |

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness)

Adages Pt. 2 (darkness) 

Everything is spinning 
A place so dark with insolence 
Ignorance 
The trickiest joke for man to bear witness 
Soon drawn into it himself 
If not one extreme then into the other 

This was a man who could have had it all 
Instead 
Running a race against himself 
Driving out the last bit of human 
Clinging so desperately 
Deep inside his mind 

He wonders about the turn of events 
Unfolding so slowly around him 
A cold creeping 
A loss of feeling 
He feels so blue 
And all that he sees is black 
It is spinning 
Spinning 
So slowly 
Too late to turn back 

There is only a glimmering now 
Of what this man used to be 
The smallest of splinters 
Of a soul torn to pieces 
And it is beginning to understand 
The joke that was played on him 


Details | Free verse | |

Now How About That

Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black
Creating a world of colures, 
Taken from a gunnysack…
The mind explores all it observes,
There is no turning back~
Admirations, full of life deserved;
The portrait is complete, all concur,
Now how about that…


Details | Haiku | |

Parthenon Marbles


Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage 
why the Queen has it?


Details | Haiku | |

Now, I See My World

now, i see my world
behind glass is my beauty,
they call it an art


Details | Lyric | |

Poem

Once, I was a poem---
A memory of a rose, ever-watchful
Of the orb, whilst angel’s trumpet fills the air.

Oh, sometimes then, I was a sweet poem---	
The art of your heart;
‘Twas pure and simple, ‘cause that’s what I am.

The poem and I---fourteen lines
Of uncluttered life, warming the coldness of nights; 
Relentlessly, rhyming to the sound of your breath.

A sonnet of love, you proudly wrote 
Of me, but that was before… 
You lustily engaged yourself, with a free-verse.


Details | I do not know? | |

How did we let this happen?

Secret seductive mainstream manipulation
Grandparents hand me downs to a crippled generation.
And who to believe if I cant even believe the left side of my brain?
This is not a game.
The reality created for you 
That is the game.
Don’t let them poison your daughters
Or you may be finding yourself soon with granddaughters
The ones that feel the absence of a father.
(The media is poising the children.
They are told to be whores and killers
And these whores and killers in turn reproduce their own offspring of whores and killers…
And the whorish killing nation perpetuates into a larger whorish killing nation
Until we all are selling ourselves and murdering our neighbors 
In the name of religion and morality.
Don’t you see how we have been made into slaves?)


Details | Verse | |

Sanctity

I know my heart is impure,
That’s why I were born a Dalit,
I know your heart is pure,
That’s why you make me a Dalit.

It is sanctity of your God,
Or the purity of your receipts,
You never accepted that,
Dalits are also human.

Have you cleaned your toilet?
Have you cleaned your room?
Then what is your purity?
If your stink is also fart.

Did you sleep without food a night?
If a female child asked you for food,
You opened your heart for mercy,
And your forgiveness desired sex.

Have you enjoyed ever poverty?
And watched innocent’s death,
Who was crying for medicine?
But a doctor was asking for money.

Have you faced poor circumstances?
When an innocent was crying for help,
His child was raped,
And police charged him a thief.

Have you walked with ware feet in a heat wave?
When children were crying for water,
When he went for fresh water to a bell,
Uppercastes killed him, he impured their water.

They raped his wife and burnt her alive,
And they arrested his children,
They grown female child ‘a sex worker’
And male ‘a bounded labour’.

No Religion served their service,
God is one; we all are brothers and sisters,
No Government banned Upper Castes,
They humiliated Dalits in a democratic system.

You can speak loud; I know you are pure,
Your conservatism treated always equally, 
Whatsoever you arranged discussion,
You paid benefits to killers to maintain terrorism.


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet: The Secret of Success: Love

(English Sonnet)


You can’t really succeed without love
Love or its lack will make you weak or strong
Love is the key to success from God above
And its power is a victorious song!

With love we can overcome all kind of evil
God give us all a heart and soul to love
With an option to be kind forgive ill
And we can do it walking in His love.

Sometimes you may think that you can’t do this
But let me tell you in Jesus name you will
Cause walking in His Word/ Light is the key
Think hard, you decide! God’s way or your will.

Just keep in mind that God/Love never, ever fails!
Do everything with love, heart with joy will fill!



Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2008



December,9,2008


Details | Prose Poetry | |

31Fabels

 31Fabels 
31Fabels 

 


Charlexes Fabels 


 

Androidone 

 


This poem is about me the JesusFreak Charlaxandroidoneseven. 

Homeless scrounge a little better than a thief my legacy is poetry as eye leave 
this world behind to go on to JESUS Heaven eye write and leave behind some 
thoughtful insights of this life. Snail mail was nice. She afforded me the bus ride 
that makes the life so much better than the walking endless walking always late 
no one is talking anymore of sending me my latter day relief. All my websites is 
always free my poetry is added in the hopes that gentile readers everywhere can 
see the JESUS freak in mee.   

As eye ride the bus eye see into the futyre it is bleak there is nothing saved no 
money towers castles laundered pines nothing will outlast the fire. 

Money is not god only in this lifetime did the eye even afford to use some eye 
cannot repay my source it all comes to me from GOD. You and yew and ewe and 
even eue too cannot repay the LORD. Bread and corn and silver too no he did not 
ever promise all of that to you but Abraham my father had some GOLD and so 
does the Charlax told a heart is given me in love she knoes just how much eye 
try to endeavor in my eye to give her love. Food Reported just TODAY there is 
some popped corn in a bag and eye am wearing brand new jeans again that 
makes THREE pants for layers but BOZO iz not jealous eye look just okay and 
very nice today I'm eating bread no wine sober is the man in love iff she is 
reading this one see her smile it is enought for love to win the time to return to 
heart to make her remember love. We have the same heart in the same place in 
the same body and when she smiles at me the world turns right side up and 
upside down. Nothing is perfect and nothing is without problems but ewe she is 
perfectly in mine. 
eye am cutting all my fabels in the halve this is part one


Details | Limerick | |

Yours Is Yours

                                    In matters of paintings and food,

                               your taste and mine are just as good;

                                                        Picasso,

                                                        hot taco,

                                to each his own, to each his mood !


Details | Narrative | |

Chinese Dream

Chinese dream
Her Oriental eyes
His Spanish smile,
She is forbidden fruit
A language in between
He cannot express how he feels
He cannot determine what she is made of,
She is like a mirage, created from
Pearl, diamond and the purest gold
Chinese dream
His heart is aching 
Her eyes speaks another language also
His head and heart commence battle
‘You are meant to be together.’
Out of his control
‘She is the One.’
He wants control over the situation
Chinese dream
He doesn’t know a word of Chinese
His Spanish tongue, not so diverse
Her language alien to him
Helpless
Powerless
She walked by, her scent drifted
She saw him and felt it too
Chinese dream
What to do? What to say?
She smiled and shyly kept on
His camera in his hand
He automatically raised his hands
Surprisingly shaky, he snapped her shot
She disappeared into the town crowd
Her garments glisten, she is his
Chinese dream
His feet run on their accord, yet
He finds her easily, because
Her exquisiteness is unique
Her red dress so elegant
Her eyes so profound, he’s by her side
His hand reaches hers, she gasps, turns
Spanish tongue is stuck for words
Chinese dream


Details | Senryu | |

Your Radiant Violin

your radiant violin
the cry of shrieking insects
whispering mind cracks


Details | Rhyme | |

Please Help Me

Please help me!
No one loves me
I need a shoulder
I need to cry on you!

Please help me!
I am alone today
I don't know what to do
And nobody loves me

Please help me
Please rescue me
Please be with me
I got no one you see

Help! Help me!
Please, please me!
There's no place to grow
And I got no place to go

Life sucks! Yes, you hear me right
Everything is black or white
And often I'm losing sight
They think me dumb and never bright

I'm trapped against four walls
And my world is gettin' so small
Therefore I need a white knight
Someone to take me right thru the night!

I am in so much pain
I only feel the rain
Life sucks! You hear me right
Everything is black or white

Please help me!
Someone help me
Someone listen to me
I am in pain today

I look at me
And I look at you
I'll be okay they say
But it's hard for me to see

There's no place to grow
There's no place to go
I got no love to show
And life is so filled of woes

Please help me!
Anyone please help me
I need your shoulder
So I can cry on you

Please help me!
Anyone please help me.



Authors note: Yes this is the cry I hear in my heart, mind and soul, everyday from 
thousands, wait, I mean perhaps millions of teens in this sad world of ours. This heart 
wrenching cry is not just from girls but boys too. It really breaks my heart to know 
this. So many kids are growing without love and real attention and care and some right in 
their homes. Please give all your love, understanding, support and yes respect too, to kids 
and teens. We have to start with our own children or someone's kids we know. Our youth 
needs it so much especially in these decaying days and times. They’re our hope and future 
no matter what. Thank you and God bless you all for it!


Dorian


Details | Imagism | |

Paintings

I had a talk, one day, to the portrait with the symbolizing painting,
It displayed a cozy sight in a warm house with a fire in its corner
Pervading the warmth of a winter's cold, freezing night
A couch deposited in front of the fire's embers of warmth 
Filling its people with affectionate hugs of the enthusiastic fire,
The couch was painted with the tender color of soft beige
Revealing its acceptance to anyone who sits on it,
For beige is a color that could be accompanied with different colors,
Blankets embraced its children sitting on its laps; the couch,
Recording this moment on a tape to be watched again;
To remember the good old times spent together,
The painting had a rug displayed right in front of the couch and the fire
Examining the lovesome of the fire's warmth
Destroying the shivers of the strong cold within,
Bright colors were added into its skin of smooth texture
Beaming a gleam into the ponderers' eyes of the painting,
This talk was in fact the thoughts I shared with the warm picture
Lighting old wonderful minutes contributed with people around,
Indeed it is a painting so magnificent and energized 
With breath-taking seconds of different crystallizing thoughts,
What would you remember or even think of when you look at it?
Would it be something so memorable or plain?
Paintings portray the thoughts and personalities of many
With a simple glance at their beautiful designs,
Many ideas and thoughts would emerge within a human minds,
For no one thinks alike
Yet again,
What thoughts would emerge into your mind?

Everyone's thoughts and ideas are lanterns indeed, for they light pathways 
through peaceful and horrible deeds


Details | I do not know? | |

Dream of Reality

The others were calling
Can you hear them scream
The call isn’t pleasant
The call of your dreams
As you enter the silent
As you enter your sleep
You may hear them calling
But you wont hear them speak
Darkness sets in
Visions become a friend
However as you begin
The quest for the never end
The Dark ones are on the prowl
Over your shoulder look now
For the light of the corpse
Is crumbing down to remorse
The fire from the fingers
The fire oh how it lingers
As it shoots through your heart
As it opens your soul apart
Revealing your inner self
As your hone your soulless form
As you feel your body scorn
Feel the wrath of lonely nights
Becoming one with ghoulish rights
Now you may walk for ever time
Go nowhere with ever rhyme
As now you are one of them
Feel the breath of ever sin
Hear the lords name in vein
As he was nowhere to offer hand
Realize that all this pain
Is from your soul splitting into rain
Is that him in far off sight
Looking dark with eyes of fright
He does fly with awful strain
He does cry with sinful gain
Approaches you with fiery glance
In your soul is where will stand 
Reaching low into your hand 
Giving a blow with reprimand
And as you recite this line
Knowing no god cites this climb
Your eyes open from behind
See yourself now from rewind
Live your days out as you cry
Live your days like your alive


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past

Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife

when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain

for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground

for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass


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The Printmaker.

Bitumen on the copper plate covers it entirely,evenly.
With a needle,she draws her picture,the point of the 
needle revealing the raw copper underneath.
This raw copper is the part that is eaten by the nitric
acid. Now,she must concentrate on the drawing,bearing in
mind the final print will be the reverse of the image she
is rendering while she carefully draws the image.
Wearing a face-mask,apron + two pairs of heavy duty gloves,
her sihouette approaches the prepared nitric chamber..


Details | Lyric | |

The So-Called Poetry

‘Tis art that comes from the heart
‘Tis the gift that we ought to lift
And share it with those who care

I must try now to be more like you
For you have such a heart that care 
Uplifting me from my great despair

I have a gift, for you, that will make 
You see what is really inside of me
‘Cos we, both, live in the art of life

Of sharing one another, cheerfully 
You and me, the so-called poetry
As always, where we ought to be 


Details | Imagism | |

Far be it from me

Here I can see him 
From miles I cannot understand
In a state of consciousness beyond reason
I wait.
A room of bars and golden lights
Tin cans and classical music
Far below my heavy words
I wait.
Here I can hear him
With seconds and hours drowning
Behind memories scratchy and skipping
I wait.
In the chilled pools of logic
In the motels of remembrance
Under the desks of burden
Between the cracks of things I’ll never understand

In shells of old
In clothes of new
In love,
I wait.


Details | Senryu | |

Meeting Peter Cottontail

Katherine Stella
Meeting Peter Cottontail, 
What is on her mind?



Note: 
Inspired by Kathy’s poem Peter Cottontail


Details | Free verse | |

A SAFE, MONASTERY LIFE

With a world increasing in knowledge, not discernment,
science expands its universe in space;
you will encounter a few whom the Lord will send...
to seek a safe,monastery life! 
The Middle Ages were a great escape
from the vandals that invaded their land;
and thus,many geniuses brought new thought to light,
and civilization was saved by these courageous monks!

Why are the prisons being overcrowded by the minute,
are we losing touch with conscience,
and is guilt excluded from the senses?
Some don't even feel the sense of guilt,
unremorsefully in front of judges who deplore...
and the offenders ludicrously defy justice;
are we becoming a society of lawless ingrates,
or are we going back to the Dark Ages?

Chaos seems stunning nowdays...
if it surfaces without notice,
all that we built and its splendor
can turn into ashes like charcoal;
the events, unfolding before our faces,
will be more catasthrophic...  
compared to what occurred,over
the centuries, throughout those lands
plagued by deadly diseases!

Choosing a safe, monastery life
is not only precocious, but wise;
if your calling is truly spiritual:
be the sagest of the sage...
not consumating a self-image; 
devotion is a not a demise of the faithful!


Details | Sonnet | |

Preparation for a Portrait

To wear precious jewels night + day
To be swathed in fine fabrics work or play
Her portrait hangs painted in oils
Her complexion captured time cannot spoil
Photographs we cherish and keep in our pockets
Prior cameras minature paintings kept in lockets.
The oil portrait outlasts a photograph by far
Personal prestige denotes how important we are.
What is your portrait..how do you wish to be viewed?
My sitters are prompted to be embellished in gems
If none are at hand we shall superimpose them.
Diamonds,rubies,emerals,pearls and sapphires
Oil paint manifests all the elements I desire.
Such velvets and Satins even Rembrant would approve. 


Details | Lyric | |

Peeling Thy Self

It seems so easy 
to feel what is like 
to be a poet, 
trying to peel 
a banana, for a fruity shake.



Details | I do not know? | |

Rumors of Communication

In searching for inspiration I found sadness
And despair
And hatred
And desperation
Frustration and guilt and anger

Realize that not everything in this beautiful world is beautiful
No matter how much you wish it was


Details | Rhyme | |

Preparing for a Painting

The canvas is waiting
Have you planned the drawing
Yes,model's features are yearning
to be captured in oils.
Will she be seated,will he be standing
pigeon-footed?
I shall choose one model only for this
portrait.
She will be seated in a conventional
pose with her hands showing.
A triangle.
There will be a landscape behind her
with the horizon in view.
Her gaze will be looking at you,her 
eyes will be true.


Details | I do not know? | |

Anger is my Friend

Anger is my friend

As I feel this rage is setting in
my lonelines has now a friend
it grows until i cannot win
it grows until my hope is sin
the power comes not from within
the power comes but from your grin
the things it says does not make sense
the things it does it without hense
the rage is growing from your dence
the rage is rising around the fence
the joy is no longer now its here
the power is tall without your fear
the darkness grows until we hear
the darkness is yours now mine to steer
the pain was alone until it came
the pain felt right but not the same
welcome friend my angery son
welcome to your lonely home
you are here to stay and roam
to feed in my mind forever grown
the fields of life are dying slow
now your here they will not grow
for you my angery lonely friend
are mine to cherish again no win
darkness came to my mind
anger left it from behind
anger came to keep me free
or so it said when it left me
it will return to keep my glee
as i smile back to heavens tree
the blood runs true on angers back
as the knife of life is placed with tact
finally i am alone again
to win another day and defeat my friend
for it will return to keep my glee
but i wait that day with a new reprieve


Details | Personification | |

On The Other Hand

The crying game
The burdened tears,
That follow hearts
Throughout,
Life and all her
Promises,
The failures 
That she counts,

On one hand
With an empathy,
She aptly calls
To play,
Amongst the 
Soulless symphonies
Whose sympathy
Betrays,

The wistful wit
With which 
She hints
That all has yet
To pass,
Throughout 
The rhythmic
Ridicule that
Only seems 
To last,

As long as we
Remain astute,
Unwilling to deny,
That those who seek
Enlightenment,
Expect a sure reply.


Details | Free verse | |

Unanimous Appraisals

The television, contextually imbued with populist grace, glared unapologetically, 
subverting my cyclic woe. At first I found myself intrigued, spiritually inclined even, 
resorting to retinal politicking, straining arteries and coronary misgivings in order 
to come to a greater understanding of its rhetorical rhetoric and spatial 
awareness.

I sat for hours, disarming subconscious ambiguity with a reactionary manifesto. 
Canvassing bohemian bureaucracy in a vain attempt to undermine its endemic 
colonialism, blessing tethered fallacies with unanimous appraisals. 

It was upon this thought however that my inanimate nemesis soon prayed. 
Quoting Zoroastrian texts with an uncanny biblical irony, soothing blatant 
contradictions with romanticism and conservatively taciturn theorem.

I faltered, reverting to a vegetative state, recycling impartial convenience as a 
pacifying gesture. In all honesty I would have been foolish to expect mercy. 
Panellised proprietors of colloquial compliance rarely perceive sympathetic eyes 
as anything less than polygonal pathways, a means to an end, asexual 
seduction with little or no reward.

In other words we’re feted to fail and as such we needn’t wait with bated breath 
for asymmetrical messianic parochialism. For the truth as they say brings 
freedom and with freedom comes inadequacy, a fortuitous farewell for a techno-
phobic naiveté.


Details | Free verse | |

Slave Cars

I do my every part,
And in quietness
I make the standard.
Five days every week,
Eight hours every day,
I punch them.
I burn them.
I grind them.
I drill them.
I cut them down to size.
I count them.
I mark them.
I ship them.
I cope;
I brake them individually
With pride and prejudice
For the building of the cars
That hold us there
To be sold under contract
From the lowest bidder.


Details | Free verse | |

UNREALISTIC PAINTER

The soft paint brush delicately strikes
the right spots with uniqueness...
when your pensive glances project
with precision,skill and persistance,
to paint another image of reminiscence
and the colors are so iridiscent!

The features of that woman, so elusive,
are fine,graceful and attractive...
and if they are to come alive:
more trueness and realism
must be assigned to those piercing eyes...
to make this painting a true gem!

Unrealistic painter without guile,
let me enter your insoucient spirit
and teach some good strokes
of  my compelling imagination:
to paint a more charming woman
with finer curbs, more sensual lips
and an unforgettable face...
until thought and action bind!

I am a modest poet not seeking fame or riches... 
writing words that I engrave on time,
not being repressed or ashamed of reasons;
if honesty is to shine in my works:
my  words must flow on each blank line...
for everyone to read, meditate and cherish!
Struggling painter,
executing immortal paintings
for others to criticize or admire...
dare to be different and open;
if a genius is deprived of expression,
his works are limited in inventiveness...
defeating his scope!

Unrealistic painter,
give life to those idling canvasses,
find usefulness in everything...
even in the blue-jays that sing;
inspiration comes from Nature
and individuals  who manifest their passions!


Details | List | |

Silly Survey

For those kind enough to participate, a silly survey I'll relate;
1)Your 10 favorite movies
2) the 3 funniest to you
3) the 3 saddest to you
4) the 3 weirdest
5) the 3 most profound to you
6) the 3 most repulsive to you

This could be interesting.  I'll compile and publish results in a week,
regards, tom


Details | Free verse | |

Do What You Love

Music is metered and measured in bars 
with silly names like Brewbaker's
          Spanky's
                  and Bushwaller's

Where tempo is tapped 
                                           drawn out
by bourbon-burdened
                                           pulse

Where the staff hides the key to the kitchen
your grinning keyboard is kept in 
                                                           octaves of twelve-packs
twelve steps in half
                                   steps
six-pack steps. Notes upon notes
stacked in thirds
                              fifths, and flasks
 
Where ears listen like mouths listen
                                                                 listen, we'll suck that
song right out of you. Sing.
Sing into the mouths into the throats into the stomachs 
and all the winding rest
                                       your song
a steaming pile of process
                                      on the floor, bilious
                 with black gum
                                      and glass 
smashed like teeth
                                      of a silly keyboard grin.
Sing. 


Details | Free verse | |

Poetry Wine

Though I am stranger
By birth and by blood
I felt accepted

Pulling the cork out
I smelled the famed scent 
Of the old vintner

Held captive in own
Sweat, when I sipped it
Words flowed out of me

Like the vine dresser
Pure, soft and gentle
For everyone’s heart 

I remember well
The sweet echo of
The vintage Greek wine






Details | Lanterne | |

STRIPPING THE WILLOW

And
making
a basket-
with a dos a
dos.


Ekphrasis-The Barn Dance by Egedius.


Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 1

I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”

The charming lady of the soup was no longer feeling bad or “Sideline”
After mending herself, thru helpful John Boak’s “Like The Best Wine”
I am not sure, if, playful Julie Bristow told her, the miracle of “Divine”

Thank God! Doret Cope sighed; she didn’t suffer from a “Stolen Love”
She enjoyed the work of Dawn Drickman’s “The Tiger And The Dove”
She is a good person, that I told her my secret, of having “Other Love”

At the party, Keith Bickerstaffe, without her luckless maid “Ophelia”
Was talking to Sir William Robinson, the great man behind “Mahalia”
I guessed she asked him why I wrote “O God, The Rat Has A Phobia”

Dancing flawlessly, to the nostalgic tune of Jeffrey Lee’s “Music”
Was my haiku mentor, she’s mesmerized by Mahalia’s “Light Magic”
But co-host, a certain Adam Piper was caught trapped, at “The Attic”

I did surprise all, even William Robinson, “When I Stop And Pray”
I interrupted my recitation, of own favorite “Cast Your Doubts Away”
‘Cos, I rather break my pen, but not a promise: “And To Thee, I Pray”

Epulaeryu chef Joseph Spence Sr. who “Makes The World Go Round”
Was explaining, his cooking, to sweet Elaine George, but “Spellbound”
By the strong romantic power, of yellow “Dried Rose On The Ground”

That got humble Daria Stone confused, of feeling “Unlocked, Not Free”
A beauteous Deborah Simpson smiled and asked him: “Sequester Me”
Joyful Karen O’Leary said, the handsome chef, will “Travel With Me”


Details | I do not know? | |

Starless Night: The Art Of Giving (Rhyme Incorporated) part 3

That night, vibrant Effie Blake told me “You Don’t Have To Be A Star”
To see the beauty of this world or meet Troy Nelson, of the “Dead Star”
Ahh!!! My voice need to be heard, that I wrote “To You, Mr. Apolinar” 
                     
It’s about quest of heart and mind, of being simply “Me And The Moon”
Stressed Michele Nold had a simple request, “Where is the Bath Room”
I didn’t entertain her, for I felt dizzy coming out from “The Lost Room”

Then, I overheard grin-faced Oshin Ifedayo saying, “She’s gone at Last”
Who’s who? The “Christians, Muslims, Jews…” “Heaven Waits For Us”
A place of peace, where we can write a sonnet, of being “Home, At Last” 

So, you can tag or be tagged, in our “Starless Night: The Art Of Giving”
I agreed, with Vince Suzadail Jr., that giving’s more of a “Human Being” 
Tammy Armstrong liked the ambience, but said, “Something’s Missing”

Some didn’t come; they’re busy surfing, ‘cos “The Deep Blue Is Rough”
Historian Charles Fuller sent them a note, “I Hear You In A Photograph”
Now, I see why dear Tatiyana Carney has “Lock Box And Photographs” 




Note: I tag the first person who read this….and the last one, too.
Thanks to K.S. for encouraging me to play
And also, to C.B., for the e-mails…love the message/photos.


Details | Free verse | |

Negativity's Spool

This spool of negativity
unraveled, sparked and metal lime
pierces eardrums in their skin
and wraps conundrums 'round the brain
It usurps all the confidence
which should be stored in violet bowls
to sip when low ignition strikes
and twines the weary, dragging souls
It threads the skin of counterparts
to skin cells loving anger
and twists it's turns through open mouths
to happiness endanger
This spool of negativity
spat and rolled by rotten tongues
will stretch and tear at the slightest tug
like paper silk gone soaked in rum
It dusts disintegration
and sleeps in rusty coils
and snakes through poison mushrooms
in the darkest forest soils
It winds a whisper metal lick
into the hearts of mighty men
constricting blood of pumping life
until they reach to sorrow's end
with thoughts too steep and oiled black
to negatively condescend...


Details | Free verse | |

The Corners Of My Heart

The Corners Of My Heart 

I had to make a picture for my love. 
Not for a locket or a fixture , 
but for Her memory of me , so we could remember we. 
The thing was not contrived or planned 
 A man 
he grabbed His laptop and His camera. 
I did NOT remove my hat. It was the thing most proud of. 
The first thing that my babay did , 
was tell me I should have flipped my lid. 
Next time take off the hat , the hair 
is mostly where I need to see. 
Go figure that.  It must be a woman thing, 
my friend pointed out to me , 
My hat , said I , was what I wanted HER to see , 
a man thing , I slyly added. 
Next picture will be me , of course, 
without the thing. But listen , here 
is where the love comes in to this poem. 
I begin to smile.  I tried to smile at the camera. 
But the muscles in my Jaw , just would NOT let that happen. 
Not at all. I felt the smile begin 
it was in the corners of my heart. 
and somehow not even planned , it made it to my eyes, 
and then , my babay shined. 
It had started in my heart and then 
came out up to my face, 
and then the smile was in my eyes. 
  


Details | Free verse | |

DEPTHS

 DEPTHS 
DEPTHS 
 
 
Miserable torn from heart day walking endless walk bus stops beside me to see 
if eye am a fare or just a poor delay perhaps the tonight show band has emailed 
me again to ask the charlax to come to the show and read a poem there in 
Hollywooded land the Today show wants me in NEW York to read the poem that 
eye made about the Hurricane down south eye am sorry oh my darling have eye 
hurt ewe with depression with my overactive mouth there would be a later time to 
void it out to kill the after taste of bitter fruit eye leave the depths of modern casual 
replies to such as lies in television land and search my heart for pieces of a 
flower petal torn in twain from the jawbone of this personage proclaimed the 
magnified replies eye am just another incandescent light bulb phased out of all 
the lies of the dragondinosoreus plinking time to plum the depth to plumb the 
depths. 



Details | Rhyme | |

MY WAY

My pride is just a blank white page 
I have nothing but unacquainted rage  
No one knows how much I have inside 
If you think you know me, I probley lied 

A kind face will win your delicate smile 
A considerate gesture will get us by another mile 
This road is one I have traveled for so damn long 
There is nowhere to stop because there is nowhere I belong 

I have seen beautiful people and places 
Wide mountains and forgettable faces 
Alone I travel with nothing to gain or lose 
I long to rest, to stop and sigh, but my heart will always refuse 

So another mile will pass and so will your love 
When I wake up alone, only dry eyes will I rub 
My sorrow can not slow this train down 
It just moves me faster from town to town 

Another lost love is another crack on my heart 
My body will keep moving until I fall apart 
Another day is just another game to play 
It does not matter if I win or lose 
When I die, I’ll know I did it my way


Details | Free verse | |

Hey, Poet!


Hey, do you paint 
all your inspirations the way 
they tickle your soul that 
made you a poet? The way 

they fluttered 
you, as if no one, but you 
that could unveil the secret 
of their immortality! Hey, 

do they come to 
please your mind, if you fell trapped 
in solitude, where sliver of light has yet 
to peek? If so, please send me 

an email to this 
address: santiagothor@yahoo.com
with details 
on how to color a sagging life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Average Joe

Laughter within me-
Approach me with sexual attraction from the outer realm.
Promises of the moon & the stars!
Than only a night, 
What's afterward?
Next morning slip out the backdoor & alone again.
Lonesome before I meant you,
Lonely after you are gone.
So what's my point?
I'll pass up your offer.
Least I know where I stand on earth, 
Never changing solitude.
Yes!
Wondering question from my heart's lips-
One lifetime waltz in beauty of faithfulness,
"Can you deliver that?"
Me funny?
No.
Heart I have and I am not fearful to use.
"Men do not give such blaspheming answers?"
I just did,
Because I am not your average Joe!


Details | Free verse | |

Mystic Knights of the Sea

does anyone remember
the significance of
these words?

I'll give you just a hint...
look to the early fifties
when the king of all the fish
had conniving his favorite dish


Details | Free verse | |

Our love

Our love is kept in secrecy
We play it like a game
With innocence and decency
I feel no guilt or shame.

Compassion and tranquility
My heart was but a ghost
For with all due sincerity
I love this girl the most

To be loved in return for once
My heart is honor-bound
To share these merry happy months
With the most wonderful girl around

Everytime I close my eyes
I see her smiling face
Never will I tell her lies
She is my saving grace


Details | I do not know? | |

On Her Face (Naani)


A make-up
On her face
The art of perfection
To cover the scar of craving  


Details | Free verse | |

Creative Writing

Time to write
Time to exercise your hand
Be sure to ready your paper and pen
Or, check your p/c battery
Before you begin the word journey
And make sure no one is around, disturbing your mind
Tis not about rhyming, nor about the form
Just write
What you feel is right
For you, to make others laugh
Or touch their heart
Above all, be yourself
The originality lies inside you
And, the rest will smoothly flow
Try it, and hope you enjoy the fun


Details | Free verse | |

Captured Love

Captured Love 


Captured love 
My titles are just short descriptions of what eye write 
It tends to make me want to seem to apologize 
But not to them that like it we work for a creator 
This poem is intended to convey it. 
A mother's love is to worry about her child 
to absolutely dread any bad thing 
to manage to disintegrate and hide her longing from most anyone 
but sometimes a lover is allowed a glimpse 
of the infinite inside a heart that makes a person seem so full of love. 
The child in question is someone's daughter 
so full of life and musick she makes my very heart to sing 
in melodies of infinite. 
Then there is a love of The Father a distinct and separate thing. 
The young woman had to ride in an airplane thing. 
A jet or even 741 Jumbo thing or just a smaller one who knoes 
This is the mothers love this is what she said to me 
this is what a lover knoes 
“I can still hear the engine of her plane taking off” 
“she is my baby she is my love” 
This is the love of The Father he is making sure the tickets 
Making sure the fare making certain that the everything is paid for. 
This is the lovers love to make a poem 
and send this to the mother and the child 
in separate envelopes 
they both will smile. 
This is captured love. 


Details | Rhyme | |

leaf

looking at the water
i look at this leaf
as it gets hotter
wonder what's underneth

like the leaf falls from the trees
i fall now on my own
as i go now to my knees
the time of life is shown

people say the today of life
is nothing but a strain
i am way too stifled
right now to complain

so as i walk 
i see the leaf
and as i talk
about what's beneth

i sit and i wonder
about what is worth
as i feel the thunder
that was delt with my birth

sorry it burns
the way that it does
no wonder the urns
called my name cuse

it all hurts so badly
and i dont want to leave
but just like the leaf sadly
ive got somthing to achieve


Details | Quatrain | |

My Last Poem

To write no more, shall be hard to do.
to push never again my crocked pen
across the page which once was new
now so stained from pain within.

No more I write to an ascending voice
to hear their laughter from the back.
Knowing full well this be my choice
to write no more for skill I lack.

There shall be no loss to none but me
to find my thoughts uncarpeted then
to let my poets heart blow free
my scatter verse unto the wind.

I write no more I've had enough
to feel their sneer at my printed word
their descending mock for that I love
I drop bitter tears upon my verse.

From my heart so torn and I forlorn
so this shall stand as my final poem. 


Details | Senryu | |

the Oscar


the Oscar goes wild
as the famed red carpet rolls,
M. Scorsese wins


Details | I do not know? | |

Written Invitation

Pen crusade comes to a victorious conclusion.
Or has the poetic safari just started under way?
As I give John Hancock my approval,
Immovable decision is my signature.
My writing hand must release the poetize child into a mysterious world,
Knowing a critic is born on every street corner.
Years will permit;
The good,
The bad,
And O!
The Ugly.
The pretenders of poetry parties,
"Poetical taste I drink from Champagne Glass."
"O' by the way, tasteless! They must give up the pen."
One ear & out the other I shall remain,
For the realm they know,
Fistful beer bottle soul.
Some in gentleness of correctable hearts,
I can only pray for this kindness in every way.
Cereal box reading others comprehend.
Some in love,
Simply lie in words,
"Yes, a masterpiece!"
O' Lord,
Please.
Downfall this is indeed!
Truth is like salt on an opened wound,
Insanity within shorten delay,
Time takes away the pain.
Than,
Those who seem average,
The astonishment sometimes bring the poet to shame,
Only to invite overwhelming joy.
From the writer's womb to nursery's heart of mine,
I give the un-wondered,
Public arena,
Permission.
What ever becomes of my child,
Glory in the million of books,
Or crucify to the extreme.


Details | Couplet | |

Words Glitterati

One rhyme at a time,
One love to linger on;

A little piece of you
And me, the glitterati

Of sonnets, and 
Of free verse;

We let ourselves to flow,
Sometimes, we overflow;

Coating in the passion
To shed out the emotions;

Poetry brings us together,
Re-unites us, when we fall;

You are my poetry
And I’m your rhyme;

You are my free verse
And I am your sonnet;

For words are out there,
Sweet as we whisper.




Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled # 7

Infected my tissues, 
your lust shown 
as scars on my appendages, 
Wounds heal overtime, 
overcast 
my desire with this sedative, 
So dream of that angel, 
crimson wings, 
Halos broken from the arrogance, 
My intentions were pure, 
not to harm, 
But destruction is my therapist.. 


Details | Free verse | |

I Love to Write.......

I love those solitary expedition's
seafaring the oceans of mind space
transporting me , to you.......

Creating image's as a pencil sketcher
leaving light and shadow's , then ,
leaving it to the interpreter now
too fill those space's with the
imaginary color's that fill their mind

We all view the distant horizon differently
all in all 'tho , we share a similar affinity
even if it seem's to fall short of our human destiny

The transforming metamorphosis of metempsychosis
a concept known to the ancient's
but lost to us living in the " now "
yes , if i might ,
the " inner glow " will help us to re-discover how

Love and understanding
is a language that has no border's
that has no cultural indifference
that has no concept of geography

Mankind identifies to seperation
unifying cohesion is what's foreign..........


Details | I do not know? | |

Three Years

Even though its been three years
Our wounds are still being healed
It hurts our hearts to remember this day
A day that I must say
Was the most terrifying in my life
To know thousands lost their lives
And to find out Bin-Ladin was behind it from the start
Fells like being shot with a deadly dart
What has this world turn out to be
When others believe their misson is to kill people like me
Why did the Towers have to fall
Why did the destruction have to happen at all
Every year it brings back memories
About September 11ths tragedies
Even though its been three years
MY wouds are still being healed


Details | Free verse | |

Winter IS DIs

Winter is DIs 

Winter is Dis 
For the Safeway girl 

Winter is discontent 
Winter is unrequited love 
Winter is in my heart forever 
Winter is goes into spring 
Winter is 
Winter is my heart 
Winter is the dart 
You threw at me,Erline 


Charles R Hice 


Details | Acrostic | |

THE LAST DAY

The last day.........
To fulfill
No tears to spill
Be it as it may

When you give all.........
All that you can
But it begins to fall..........
The failure of a good man

To see it through.........
The heart begins to bleed
No end in sight too..........
Can I find..........
The things you need...........
The things you pay no mind

The last day..........
So many things fail
but only fail
blaming others
The final nail..........
The final day

The last day...........
All I have to give..........
To give all I can
The failings of a good man
The words he wanted to say

Small kind things............
crushed underfoot
The hurt it brings
The heart to bleed..............
The small kind things you need

To see it through.........
To the last day...........
They do not see the way
They cannot see........
What is true

The last day.............
Fulfilled.........
The head held high
I did try
Tried to find another way
On the final day




Details | Rhyme | |

HAIR

My hair is my crown and glory.

Black and shiny and a streak a
gray in the middle.

I have  locks so neatly twisted,tight
and  seperate in their own place.

Some say dread locks a term I 
choose not to use.No! I'm not sensitive
to the terminology.
 I choose to say 
  I have locks instead.

 Dread  is not in my head .My locks are crowned 
and filled with God's glory.


Details | I do not know? | |

My Focal Points

My heart repeatedly pushes redemption,                                                                           
and to strive My mentality will only mention.                                                                      
My thoughts regain full attention,                                                                                         
as all-embracing Focal Points remain My failure prevention.                                        
My spirits are intact with willful inventions,                                                                         
and the art of sincerity is My genuine intentions.                                                              
My soul is breathing impulsive perfections,                                                                      
and My actions  are chosen  with repressed elections.                                                 
My eyes prevail with temptation corrections,                                                                     
as My mental equips My heart with realistic suggestions.                                             
My body moves in courseful directions,                                                                              
many of the unlightened fork in the roads become heartfelt selections.                     
My voice forks out respectful affections,                                                                             
to become narrow minded My mentality subjects neglections.                                    
My rationality is quizzical but toned by the enlightenment of cynical inflections,        
and rationalization shimmers My decisions to their pinnacle reflections.                   
My surroundings receive many of My characteristics injections,                                   
only as My character rebels infections.                                                                               
My struggle Focal Points have become a way of life under inspections,                     
and local opposing non compos mentis suffers insurrections.                                


           Focal Points strenghten cidevant directions,
           Focus and never give up to objections.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Way With Words

I seem to have a way with words
As long as written down;
I get all confused and befuddled
When seem I make a sound.

You don't get interrupted
When written on a page
You can say how you feel
Get rid of your rage.

Sometimes instructions are better
When you read what to do
Not as many mistakes
Take hold of you

So using words that are written
Instead of spoken aloud
Are my best impression
Speaking to a crowd


Details | I do not know? | |

Connecting (2005)

Yes I am educated but that does not make me distant
I want my words to be heard and not cause a resistance 
Poems I write should break these barriers and every stone wall
I want my poems to be read by all


Details | Free verse | |

The Conversation

The Conversation 
Woken up tragically to the strings tied to me 
there just is what is 
my teeth chattered 
it was as if i had seen a ghost 
she read my colors and said my aura was science 
you just go with it 
and use your intuition 
but you gave information 
it was a fleeting moment 
move on 
you're too sensitive 
you're a rebel not a conformist 
what are you doing here you're too materialistic? 
you're on a spiritual path. 

You have to go to believe me 
money will be coming your way 
that bed is my dead sisters. 

Children can see it because they are more pure 
more than adults, is this your first case of Christmas envy? 

Just like 1918, the end of world war one 
Germany walked away happy they had won 
Just like 1914 the beginning of the first world war, 
this had never happened before. 
Just how world war ended in 1945 
and Mussolini betrayed his country by his side 
just like how it started again in 1939 
this had only happened once before, 
and the generation of 1914 will not pass before Armageddon. 

All people do here is work 
and live beyond their means 
i guess its all perspective 
she said the rudest thing to me today, 
and it just makes me sick, 
its only because her mom doesn't come stop and see her when shes in the city, 
i guess she's a hot topic, she says the stupidest things

We know how hard it is for you down there 
shes in a bad mood and wants to fight 
you have to think before you speak 
but on the same token 
she says these things because she wants the reaction 
so you'll push against it 

I think those lamps would look better on the mantel.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dead Hand

( Since 1987, a group of Ugandan military rebels, called the Lords Resistance army has
been kidnapping, raping and torturing Ugandan children.At Night, these children are forced
to leave their villages and walk for miles to safe cages, in hopes that they won't be take
by the LRA...They have been dubbed The Night Walkers.This is my response to them...)

Everything I see leaves a mark on my soul

And it is with this bleeding heart that I suffer with you

I am there when the nights are long and weary

Watching the devils pour out of the darkness

To take you sons and rape your daughters

I am there to wait for the smoke to clear long enough to survey the wreckage

The Horrors not meant to burden the human soul

And I am there to feel the fires

To count in silent despair

To cover the bodies

Your husbands

Your brothers

The tiny hands of a wasted nation

Knowing that there are enough tears within us all to soak the cracked earth upon which you
stand, to wash away the dirt and ages from a million hardened faces and fill the hollow
pits of swollen stomachs

But you are the forgotten ones

Alone in your grief

And for that I am sorry

So instead I lay my heart next to yours and watch as the army of faceless monsters march
your babies into darkness

Forced to kill their fathers and brothers

Raping the bodies of their sisters and mothers

Waiting in bated frustration as the dead hand of abhorration is laid across the forheads
of your young

And even now I stand beside you

Shaking my fist at an unrelenting sky

Screaming into the deaf ears of a world devoid of humanity

Crying away your forgotten sorrows

It is with this bleeding heart that I call out but there is no answer