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Details | Free verse | |

Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way. 
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


Details | Rhyme | |

Bittersweet Rose

Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and become caught in the thorn barb and twisted twine.

Coveted by the splendor of our sight,
we horde the natural beauty as it is our given right.
The Peony Roses are captivated in our possessive might.
The beauty must defend or to shatter and remain in a vibrant tatter.

For each life is to begin in the epoch,
of uncertainty, fruitless, and in a perilous world of bitterness.
As for all the desires to be fulfilled in the end of the epoch;
seeking meaning and clarity as their souls,
reaching for sweet unity.  

In the courts,
man throws his mighty stick,
changing the rules, scheming a new trick.
See the weightless power of man
and the fear at hand that he brings.
In the churches,
the prayers of woman 
in a quiet peace,
for a faithful praying
as she sings.

A vicious world with beauty,
hiding as a flower.
Attraction to peril in fury,
as we deviate from a greater power.
Was it a Greater Being’s perfect mistake,
or a beautiful mistake by elements of chance?

In the birth of creativity,
allowing mistakes to creep in.
Seeking the perfect form in nature,
while there is no true formality.

Living with these two extremities,
of the hot desert summers days
and the cold arctic winter nights.
The Peony rose hiding away in the sun rays,
and sleeps under the distant star lights.

Vanity or our pride of youth,
we become prisoners of our own devise.
Dreaming of tomorrow as a given truth.
Selfish thoughts we never considered unwise,
we desire for the things we can never own.
We covet what we see
The beauty we can never be.
The danger of the rose.

The aggressions of a Man
and the tenderness of a Woman
can be read by the hardness of his hands
and the softness of her touch.
Is it the end of a gentle beauty of the rose,
To look at her pedals, smell her sent,
feel her touch,
and still be pained by his thorns in the stem?


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 | Senryu | |

Playground

Kids go down
The slide…they head toward the swings
TIME TO SCREAM!

Free time ends
Their parents want to go home
Frowns exchange 


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Sonnet | |

If Given A Choice

If given a choice between wisdom and beauty I’d have to choose wisdom out of pure sense of duty. Duty will call me to be all that I can And wisdom will aid in my service to man. While wisdom is there to be used every day, Beauty is fleeting in a physical way. Wisdom is solid – has so many uses While beauty just lies there, spouting excuses. Yet, beauty has value that wisdom will seek And wisdom is silent when others might speak. Silence is golden and down through the years I have seen wisdom prevent beauty’s tears I hope in your traverse through life here on Earth Through eyes of beholders you see wisdom’s worth.


Details | Free verse | |

Love, Death, and Rebirth

The signs started in December
When she started waking up in tears each night
She was a normal girl with dark brown hair and darker brown eyes
She had plenty of friends and a loving family with just one thing missing
Her father. 

Days passed by and turned into weeks but only felt like a few seconds
Her life just whizzed by faster and faster until it was just a whirr in front of her eyes
Darkness filtered into her heart and mind until she didn't know if she could go on
But she had to. She couldn't let her mother and her sister drown in this same pain
She wouldn't let them.

She pushed all the darkness into the depths of her own heart
In hopes to save the hearts of the two people she had left
Because what else was there to live for now?
The rest of her world had crashed and her mother and sister was all that was left 
She wouldn't let them drown in pain too. 

She watched as they started to heal in her loving arms
Their hearts started to lighten up once more
But hers was just as dark as it was before 
And growing darker day by day 
But she wouldn't let that stop her. 

Suddenly a year had passed... and then two 
It only seemed like seconds to her but everyone else started moving on
Her mother and sister no longer needed her nurturing care
But she needed someone to hold on to
Anyone...

With nothing left for her to take control of, the dark pushed past her boundries 
It found a way into her soul
Until all she could see was dark and no light 
But her mother and sister were healed now
They didn't understand

The tears came back and engulfed her soul
Bit by bit until she wasn't sure why she was still alive
The grief took over like knives 
Piercing her skin over and over and over
It hurt so much.

She started to wonder what it'd look like to be dead
She could see him again if she was
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to endure this pain?
Wouldn't it be so much easier than having to live knowing she'd never see him again?
It would.

So she started to hate herself
All that negative energy was starting to take toll
Everyone around her was breathing while she suffocated more and more by the second
She wished she'd just choke already instead of living in constant pain
If no one would put her out of her misery, she'd have to do it herself

She couldn't see any light anymore
So she grabbed the pill bottle off the shelf and just hoped it wouldn't take long to die
Deep down she still had a spark of light, but she just couldn't find it 
And now it was too late in her mind to change, to turn back and try to look deeper
She was done living.

That's when people started to notice that everything wasn't as peaceful as it seemed
They started to see how deeply depressed she had become
They wanted to help her see the light again before it was too late 
So they sent her away to see doctors and to take pills to make everything better
It was a start.

She didn't see a change at first but suddenly she could think clearly
Maybe what they were doing was actually going to help her see the light again
Yes, she still wanted to die, but maybe that wasn't the only option anymore
They cared,  and behind all their own problems they were trying to understand
They really were trying

Six months longer she would be treated and cared for
Until suddenly she was sent home from her treatment and care with a smile on her face
She had a new perspective
Someone had helped her ignite that spark in her heart until it was a glowing ember
She had been reborn

Sometimes you have to be able to experience the worst of it
To come back shining brighter than before
And if she had died that cold day in October, she wouldn't of ever seen the best of it
Or known that it would get better
and it did!

And she now sits at her laptop, with a smile on her face and warmth in her heart
It's never been an easy road and it won't ever be
But at least she knows she's lived through the worst
And it can only get better from here

So whenever she feels lonely or gets back into that dark spot again
She can look back on what she's learned and can read this poem
And remember that she survived the darkest depths of depression
And she will continue to survive it as long as she lives
Because she is stronger now than she ever was before ?


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 | Sonnet | |

A True Beauty

Her features are not eloquent or of

Something to brag. Thighs, hips, arms, face, stomach—

Fat. Makeup and lipstick, can’t do the trick.

She’s homely from her toes to all above,

Because what she offers isn’t good ‘nough .

Unlike a feather, she floats like a brick.

And like a sloth, her wits are not as quick. 

Yet beauty, brains, and all the carnal stuff,

Do no justice to her disposition—

Courage, fervor, a spiritual giant.

Carrying no regard for thoughts of those

Around her, their comments only expose

Their own unseemly, woeful condition.

Morale has won, and she is triumphant. 


Details | Acrostic | |

Jesus

Judas betrayed Jesus’s whereabouts
End, was near
Son of God, knew this
Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored
Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children


Details | Epithalamium | |

A Magnificent Moment

A five tiered chocolate cake with stars and fontain
cascading rose petals and bottles of champagne
her princess lined gown laced with a metallic accent
embellished with satin rhinestones much to her content

Heavenly white bows at the end every pew,
such breathtaking moment from a spectacular ocean view
A twenty foot high ceiling with crystal chandeliers
Soft sensual music whispers in the air

She took her grand march down the petal marked aisle
At the end of the runner her husband with a smile
Subdued by her beauty the room went still
A fairytale wedding she was about to fulfill

Upon her finger he place a gorgeous ring,
and vowed his love for her as never-ending
Elated inside as tears lined her eyes
Deep in her stomach were butterflies

A union made between a husband and wife
An everlasting promise to a happy life
Along the ground was a silky white trail
Her piercing green eyes he slowly unveiled

Upon her lips he placed a kiss
A moment filled with beauty and bliss
The wedding part began to swoon
A joyful bond in the month of June





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 | |

Living Under The Weight Of A Label

The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look 
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book

Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made 
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown 
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown

Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind 
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist 
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste 

That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name 
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a stupid game 
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie

That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride

no life ahead with a dead end job, shovelling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope

So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole 
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul

If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'


Details | Acrostic | |

Easter

Earths people, it is time to wake up, the ‘Prince’ is alive! 
Ascension available, access through your heart 
Seek and you shall find! 
Time is short, personally unite, connect as one
Eternity given
Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with ‘our lord Jesus’ and ‘our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***


Details | Narrative | |

Diminished

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

A diminishing Rose Bush
With every pedal plucked, beauty is fading away
Losing its essence of greatness
As we proceed to deplete its history
Life flows away,

I remain standing above
Polluted soil
Naked,
Stems are bare and exposed
Vulnerable to the world and its nature
I give woes
I give worries
I give troubles
These are my possibilities
Then the death of a rose and destruction
Hits home

Bare my green,
My DNA shows traces of the best soils
Traced back to my mother’s land
Surrounded by fellow planted gold
Some will never know

Doing well isn’t doing well
We can’t bloom unless we unfold
Reproduce the best again
Stop dying daily for less than a win
There’s nothing we can’t do
That we’ve done once again

The next season will bring new pedals
I will never grow pass go anymore
Next year, beauty will flourish
Next season remains to nourish
Each season we should cherished
In our best moments
Each year is the best one of your life.


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 | Rhyme | |

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 | I do not know? | |

Wisdom Reigns

WISDOM REIGNS If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. If there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world. Righteousness in heart, brings peace and joy. Written for and in honor of John Moses contest Sayings of Wisdom 8/4/11 The kingdom of God is, righteousness, peace, and joy in The Holy Ghost. Romans 14:17


Details | Light Poetry | |

Help Wanted

Singular square
Seeking others
Sew to become
Snuggable quilt*


Details | Ballade | |

THE WORLD, THE COLOURS AND THE BEAUTY

Around the world the world go round,
For everyone to see and live a life.
They say every man for himself,
But I say everyman for everyone.
Today is not like tomorrow will be,
For today is the day I’ve been granted,
And tomorrow I am yet to have,

I paint my house in different colors,
And I see the beauty I have created.
I paint my heart in bright colors
To make it attractive to whoever see
But one thing I forget when I paint
Is that my beauty is not the beauty
That everyone else sees and admire

Time and again am reminded of me,
When I forget where I come from,
So I can I remember where am going to.
I see the world and see it spin around,
Like the universe spin around he orbit.
With this I always know who I am
And the reason God gave me this life.

The colors, my beauty and my house
Are all the vessels to take me closer
To God who makes the world go round
And tells humanity of who to please
Because it hard to please everyone
But it is better to please God alone
Than to please millions who will turn
And crucify you, despise and leave you


Details | Free verse | |

Porn Star Elegance

I'm really diggin'
the way your swinging
your hips. Stricken!

Fragrance body oils glisten,
picturesque this sultry vision.
Dance manifests

into porn star elegance!

She's smitten,
purring like a kitten 
warm, resting on my chest!


Jared Pickett
3/4/2014
Asavvy1


Details | Sijo | |

Beautiful Feet

sijo

Beautiful feet, he learned to walk by leaning on a friend.
More beautiful still, when that friend moved on to let him walk alone.
When he can lead a weaker one to walk, yet most beautiful.


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 | ABC | |

Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.


Details | Rhyme | |

I Am So Very Thankful

I’m So Very Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for!


Details | Free verse | |

I Am A Spark Of Life

A spark of life
Fire in my belly
Giving what I have
Serving you
Honouring, who I truly am
Loving you, in return


Details | Sonnet | |

Super Sonic Sonnet

            Super Sonic Sonnet

Complete are my lover’s thoughts in dark brier                 
With airs of aristocracy’s sweet critique
Her mind takes flight, a supersonic liar   
Smiles warmth wears deceit like a prize unique

What grows outside your lovely courtyard facade?
Quadrangular, fortified thick gray walls 
Hubris, incongruous, flourishing macabre 
Infamous fragile beauty flaws, that’s all

Speeding to the grave, your love is there, dead 
Daughters take the splendor, learn mother’s ways
Build other fortresses, stronger, to life’s dread
Days go by, to ponder the doomed accolades 

Destinations for lovers and daughters pass
Become the past without wealth that never lasts


Details | I do not know? | |

I Stand, Alone



I stand, alone.

Scratching for my truths,
peeling away the veneer,

I stand, alone, before this
impregnable cliff so sheer.

Cocooned in my solitary shell,
wrenching a smile from a tear,

I stand, alone, a little odd,
and definitely quite queer.

I stand, alone.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Perfections View

Perfection is just a monkey’s nightmare.
Each imperfection is humanities dare.
Reality of beauty is in what you see clear.
Faces of each are different in no err.
Each person has beauty with flair.
Character may be what they wear.
Today or yesterday makes them aware.
Impression of another or even compare,
Only will configure others to stop and stare.
New imperfections will be what they share.
Shrewdness should be careful and rare.

View not of appearance or ensnare.
Individuality is the key affair.
Exemplary beauty is in the heart to spare.
We just expect more for all to declare.

written for
SEEING BEAUTY IN IMPERFECTION Free Poetry Contest
written by
Cecil Hickman
Date written
12-04-2013


Details | Free verse | |

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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In Shallow Roots

We're here to love all God's people
No matter who they are.
Brightness still shines in shallow roots,
Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.


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I Shall Bless The Lord

I Shall Bless The Lord! I shall bless the Lord with all of my soul! His blessing in my life…. seeks to bestow! God is great! And is clothed with a robe of majesty! Not to serve him is surely a tragedy! He covers himself with a garment of light… His beauty radiates the heavens so BRIGHT! He lowers the beams of the waters’ depths… His beauty in creation has been forever kept! The clouds are his chariots on the wings of the wind… His will is accomplished... As a new season begins! He laid earth’s foundations at the beginning of time… He did this with great power and had YOU in mind! His beauty in creation will never be taken away… His is the Lord God… And is alive today! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 104:1-3 and 5


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Then and now {Double Posting}

               {Then}

I welcome you all to the dance
A place where souls are held in trance
Destiny is our truest fate
Taking your soul will feel great
I was born unto this life
To distribute pain and strife
There is nothing you can do
I shall have this dance with you
As we dance across the floor
I shall show you what destiny is for
You can try with all your might
I will have this dance tonight
As we dance you should know
I will crawl up in your soul
So take my hand and join the dance
I hold your soul in my trance
No need to try and run away
With your soul I shall play
By the time I am through
Nothing that you can do
For I shall leave you like a shell
As I take your soul with my spell
There is nothing like a dark romance
So will you please join the dance?
         
                      {Now}

Beauty can be rated by so many things
Like the noise birds make as they sing
Beauty is a flower growing from a seed
It also is a baby tender with its needs
If a person takes the time to look around
There is so much beauty on this earth to be found
Beauty can be a mountain all covered up with snow
Or it can be firelight with its entrancing glow
One thing in my life I have come to know
No beauty is as beautiful as the beauty of the soul
 

I posted this this way to show how
much poetry has changed me. I
guess now you understand why
I wanted to bury them old poems.
Sometimes like right now I just
can't help but cry for my pain is
very deep.










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Modern Definition of Beauty

Make-up and fancy clothes,
plastic surgery and luxury.
Things of lust and greed,
do they really make one objects of beauty?

Like dolls that invite 
men, envy and unwanted attention
vying for the longest legs
or the smokiest eyes.

That foundation and eyeshadow,
those stilettos and mini skirts
girl, i tell you that you may try to impress
guys and girls alike, but you're wearing an obvious mask.

Did beauty solely depend on looks?
Curves and designer stuff
are those all that a girl is worth?
Why, if you take off all that from her, do you think she will still look pretty as you see her now?

Back then, beauty was in the soul,
the heart and the mind.
When only prostitutes would show their legs,
and wear such thick rouge. 

When a lady`s worth was measured by her charm and intelligence alike,
not by her body and her face.
A king`s queen should just be as strong as him,
not as provocative as his mistress.

Now that women rely on make up and clothes to make them who they are,
only few cling on to the belief that beauty comes from within,
that not all men want long legs or long lashes
but a woman that is not only good in bed, but also in life.

Saddening as it is,
that the modern definition of beauty is such. 


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She



A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm,
she came to me,

thunderously raging with raw emotion,
she came to me,

drenched in the essence of truth,
she came to me,

she touched a chord deep inside,
she strummed away all emptiness,

she came to me,

once...

she comes to me,

still...


a gentle presence filling my life,


she comes to me,


still,

a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.





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I'm So Thankful For Everything

I’m So Thankful… I’m so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he’s created… His beauty is displayed! I’m so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I’m so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I’m so thankful for the beauty and glory he’s shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I’m so thankful for the many things he’s done for me… He’s given me his love which flows abundantly! I’m so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He’s taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I’m so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he’s with me. And he’ll never depart! I’m so thankful that you’re reading what I’ve been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who’s merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You’ll allow Christ to have your heart “amended.” Thank you Lord! For what you’ve done and are going to do… It’s another way that I can say “I LOVE YOU!” Thank you Lord! For all that I‘ve received and so much more… You’ve made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton


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I Met you in your Story

I met you in a story long ago
Between the pages of a book
I found you there, pouring your heart onto the paper
It was a mixture of tears, blood and flowers
The blood fertilized the ground, 
Your tears watered it
And out grew the blossoms
They fell onto the starched white pages
And became letters
Sprinkled with periods, commas and exclamations
Lots of exclamations.
And there in that leather-bound volume
I watched your life unfold
I saw the scars upon your heart
The gashes across your head
The sores on your body
And
I saw the light within your eyes.
I met you in a book you wrote
So long ago
And without even seeing your face
I knew you so well.
Strange
More of you was revealed in that book
Than could ever be told by your body.


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BIRDS

I love to watch birds in flight-
Wheeling and zooming in their delight,
Flying high then low, as though they knew
They were free to do whatever they wanted too.

I love to listen to birds in song,
Warbling and whistling-never did  wrong,
Just being themselves and acting so happy-
Without remembering their Mammy or Pappy.

I love to watch birds walk and strut-
Puffing out their chests and holding their heads up
As if they knew God had a perfect design for them,
A special gift of beauty and song just from Him.

God has His birds sing their songs for Him-
He makes their beauty and voices safe from sin,
He makes them so natural and free
To be themselves and show us how WE could be.




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A Hollow Shell

a hollow shell
of tangled synapses
sparked into gradual madness
which drowns out the truths of the day
as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments
that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams
dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence
dreams that reached for pure love’s tender touch
dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive
what became of those fresh dreams and hopes
as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves
torn into shreds by time’s fine scimitar
devoid of the touch of raw passion
when all that remains of love is
a hollow shell


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Statue

What is your perfection?
Is any of it actually real?
Perhaps I don't have styled hair,
and my makeup isn't very heavy.
I know the scars aren't nice,
and my clothes are very unique.
So I am not perfect.
Does this make me less than you?
Are you, the perfect statue, better?
So cold and so utterly heartless,
yet is is you that men pursue.
How can I ever compare to you,
a perfectly planned out sculpture?


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In You I See God's Beauty


In you…   I see God’s beauty displayed!
His work in you life…  
Has been portrayed!

In you…  I see a desire to truly be…
The kind of person Christ
 wants others to see!

In you…  I see an inner beauty God’s given…
It clearly shows, in the way you’re livin’!

In you…   I see a faith and certainty…
You want to be with Christ, for eternity!

In you…  There’s a grace and love so evident!
Christ’ love in your life,
 is ever so radiant!

In you…  I wish for God’s very best today!
May he bless you!
 !n everything you do and say!

In you…  There is a goal and an ambition…
To be more of a Christ’ like creation!

For you…  You’ve chosen and decided…
All that you are…  
God has provided!

By Jim Pemberton    




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Ode To Innocence

 Of heavens and glories past stories were told
Of heroes and knights fairy tales and dreams were made
With delight and pure passions strings of gold and silver were weaved
Into thoughts of beauty much too great
In enchanted palaces over pearl filled seas
We prayed to live out the glory of our dreams
Though we were once kids to whom the stories were told
We are now old and towards the same stories we grew cold
Blind to the fairies in the tales our eyes used to see
And to the beauty of grace we used to seize
We helplessly lay caught in the web of life as it takes place
Grieving we wonder when did our sweet innocence fade away?
But then with hope at night when lights are turned down low
We reminisce how we once were innocent a lifetime ago


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The Beauty That Lies Within

Were it not for this body
that I now inhabit
could we be friends, even lovers?
Would that you could look beyond
my outward being and see what's inside
see beyond a body/face that to you is not beautiful.
Would that you looked with your heart
instead of with your eyes.
In doing this you might see that true beauty
isn't always on the outside.
Instead, look with your mind and know that beauty is,
as it has been written, more then skin deep.
Would that you could see through Gods eyes
that we are all beautiful, as he meant us to be.
Love is more then the physical, it lies within as well
it is in the beating of our hearts,
it  lives within our soul, also within our spiritual self.
This beauty asks nothing more then to be nurtured,
to be awakened, and in doing so,
one will find that love is, at its best
something wondrous to behold.
Beauty comes to us in many forms
and should your eyes not open to this truth
you may loose that which stands here before you
that very being that God, in all his wisdom/glory
created perhaps only unto you.
He chose to make me as I am for a reason
it is not for us to question
buy only to accept and thus look for 
the beauty that lies within.


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Fear of the Lord 11132011

CHARM IS DECEPTIVE AND BEAUTY FLEETING
THE WOMEN WHO FEARS THE LORD IS TO BE PRAISED
PROVERBS 31:30

I HAVE BEEN BLESSED
Over the years to cross paths with a number of women who fear the Lord
It bears saying that none of them is timid soul
“Fear of the Lord” in Scripture, of course

Means Reverence
A deep appreciation of the power of God’s presence
That transforms people
Making them both confident and courageous

Still let’s not be too quick to throw charm and beauty out the window
Charm and beauty keep us going
Whether they are found in the little encounters of daily life or in the refinements of high art
Charm and beauty are reflections of the creator

The more we appreciate them
Though they are only fleeting
The more we reverence the One who has made this glorious life possible
Gracious God, thank You for the worlds You fashion for our enjoyment each day


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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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Nothing Compares To The Beauty Of Jesus

Nothing Compares To The Beauty Of Jesus!

There’s nothing that compares to the beauty of Jesus!
No matter how many things may try to “please us.”

There’s nothing that can match his awesome power!
No matter the day, the time, or the hour!

There’s nothing that can ever replace his love for you!
In spite of what you’ve done or are going to do!

There’s nothing at all that cam compare with his glory!
His “life ever after” is more than a “fairy tale story!”

There’s nothing that this world 
could give to you or me.
That can match what Christ 
offers for eternity!

There’s nothing that compares 
with a heavenly mansion!
Christ prepares a place for us
 from his compassion.

There’s nothing for Christ, I would ever trade!
His life for mine.  The price has been paid!

There’s not a moment too soon or a moment too late.
To prevent you from entering into heaven’s gate.

The opportunity is here!  Won’t you accept him?
He’s waiting to change your life!  Won’t you let him?

This could be your day of salvation!  Jesus is here!
His faithfulness to you is everlasting and secure!

He brings salvation with healing in his wings!
Behold the Lord!  Our savior and king!

By Jim Pemberton


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You Are My Beloved

You Are My Beloved And the Love Of My Soul… I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valley below… As the lily thrives among the thorns.. My love for you grows! As the apple tree lives amongst the other trees in the woods. My commitment to be with you is clearly understood. I’ve invited you to this banqueting table under a banner of love. Stay with me and comfort me. You’re a gift from God above! As I listen to your voice. May it leap from the mountain tops! In my heart… You’re more beautiful that the clearest raindrops! You spoke to me; “My love…” “Please arise.” I come to you and see the beauty in your eyes! My dove, you are in the cleft of the rocks. In a “secret place.” Let me see the beauty, that shines on your face! I shall always cherish and love you… Much more than you can give.... My love grows ever so deeper…. Each day you live! When the sun arises… And the shadows shall turn away. Your beauty arises! And brightens my life every day! Your beauty and wisdom is something to behold! You’re more precious to me than the purest gold! My love for you shall endure beyond the end of time! How I long to be with you! I’m so glad you’re mine! By Jim Pemberton 11/27/11 Read Song of Sol. Ch. 2


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As I Look At God's Beauty



As I Look At God’s Beauty… As I look at this world and the beauty God has created… His beautiful handiwork is not debated! As I marvel at the majestic mountains… I see beautiful lakes, rivers and fountains! As I gaze up into the beauty of the stars… I say to myself; “God.” “What a wonder you are!” Everything on this earth is a sight to behold. A testimony of God’s awesomeness, as I’ve been told! As I read the Bible, I was able to find. When God created Adam and Eve… He had YOU in mind! God has a plan for us! We are his creation! He freely offers to all, mercy and salvation! Let’s bring honor to God. Where honor is due! And tell our creator; “God, I sure LOVE YOU!” He’s given to all of us the opportunity to live. He patiently waits with a new life to give! Won’t you come to him, and listen to his voice? Giving your life to God… Is always the best choice! By Jim Pemberton


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WARNING: Soppy Love Scribble

Walk with me,
in this lonely world,

where hearts are casually broken,
and kind words rarely spoken.

Take my hand,
on this highway of brittle glass,

where love is traded like blue-chip shares,
and bank-balances are coveted as priceless wares.

Smile with me,
as we walk hand in hand,

as the ocean tickles our toes on the cool beach sand.

Smile with me,
and I shall smile too,

we may not have much,

but you will have all of me,

and I will have all of you.


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Something to think about from me to you

SOMETHING TO THINK ABOUT.....
				FROM ME TO YOU!


* The Average Woman Would Rather Have Beauty Than Brains 
Because The *
                          Average  Man Can See Better  Than They Can 
Think.


After you read this, you may have  laughed well still  agreeing  
with this statement! 
Men may of had a little  more to add but this would only be 
based on trying not to sound so shallow!
The women on the other hand, either silently agree or may have 
showed a little anger towards this statement  being that one may 
have experienced  similar situations  that brought back 
unpleasant feelings, But would still result in agreeing.
This statement has some truth.   
It  also holds  deeper meaning than what meets the eye! 
“If you have a more appealing outside” 
Is it safe to say that you may  get opportunity  based on how you 
look? 
If that is the case, does one settle?  Do you then do whatever 
needs to be done ?
Would on be smart to  get in where u fit in? 
( We All Know More Or Less Where Or What That Would Be! ) Or 
is it safe to say that knowledge will go over a face and body any 
time? 

One can look at another situation? 
Say you are  good looking with the added blessing: ( Beauty and 
Brains..... )
Would you get a fair go and show that you have a double pack to 
offer? 
Or would your true capability always stay getting overlooked?
 If when shown that you can do a job to the ultimate fullest; You  
may have lost because when exposed that you are not on a hoe 
role you may have made the boss mad and now he does not 
want you either way !  

“His ego got involved”


“WHAT A COLD TWIST.....”


SO WHAT DO WE DO?
 INVEST IN PLASTIC SURGERY AND ALL TO MAKE AN OUTSIDE A 
LIE? OR STILL PUT MORE TOWARDS KNOWLEDGE AND 
EDUCATION? 

“BECAUSE THAT'S GOING TO GET US FAR IN LIFE! “


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Love Faux Pas

 
The beauty of love is when it is felt by two.
I started tracking down the history
of “whose” fault. Being human, to fault is ok--
 
This, persistently, leads me to spy
the naked lady, on shoreline rocks, 
displaying her rarity with a pink smile.
 
I desire to achieve the secret 
of the infidels. Many times, 
I was teased to go for it,
to see and live my dream, 
to strive for something pleasant.
 
Yet, the mystified blue bell, in my patio, stirs
…and sighs; she’s letting me notice her
willingness. Yes, a month from now is winter. 
 
And, my roof will fill with snowflakes 
of abundant loneliness, sending me
alone, watching the awesome dancing fire.
 
Oh, I sense my breath, in silent gasping,
avoid waking the eye of jealousy, but by then
lightning strikes. 
 
What have I done? 
 
My soul trembles. Almost insane I am, 
with the madness, what the eyes have seen. 
Love hides the infidels, my damn thought.
 
Finally, here’s where I truly stand: I won’t commit 
myself to love, ‘til you’ve loved yourselves, for…
the beauty of love is when it is felt by two.
 



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Barbie

Barbie doll
on the television screen
who ever said you were a beauty queen?
All fake, nothing real
A hollow, plastic shell
with nothing inside where it counts
Enjoy as they cut your face out of magazines
relish the moment when you step on the red carpet
and everybody screams
Enjoy it all while it lasts
as with time beauty fades
and you’ll die stuck inside
a lonely grave


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I Knew A Woman

She moves in circles and those circles move
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
Woman who woos and sighs and breathes in the shallow 
Wanton way of a born again porn star, twinkle, twinkle little
Star
And still you wonder where you are
You are what you eat
You are at Burger King
But then you are an International (Porn) Super
Star (you to the power of twenty-four)
And still you wonder where you are
You are on the dirty-eight
You are on the corner of Van Ness and Eddy
You are a 
Star
I wish I may I wish I might
Know why ice cream is better than conversation
Why being bored means you are
Boring
Boring
Boring me to death 
Here in Dante’s Inferno, except it is cold
Here in Purgatory, except I am still
Sin
Roethke, such a rake
To make lofty such tales of bed(lam) and 
Sin
And cheek(y) to cheek sang the
Greeks
But then there is beauty in the sway and curve of
Woman
She moved in circles and those circles moved



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Who Lied To You?

Girl, Who lied to you?
Who told you that being you just won't do?
Who told you that your flabby thighs and your big brown eyes were uncouth?
Who told you that you weren't pretty enough and that your skin was just too rough?
And I want to know who broke your spirit within, never to dream again...
to live again, to just be...

Where is the sparkle that burned like stars in the sky in your pretty brown eyes?
What about your sashay and sway, was it also taken away?
What about that gorgeous smile that one could see from a mile....
Away--it all disappeared day by day.

You see at first it was an internal decay...
Your joy, your praise, your graciousness, your faith..
Your gratitude was replaced by an attitude toward them, her and him..
What used to shine like a gem has now become dim.

And as your spirit became corrupt, volcanic lava began to erupt...
From the depths of your soul, into you...the natural you.

And now you want to be "Barbie".
Confined to this image propagated everyday 
that constantly reminds you that being you ain't okay
"Watch those carbs!"
"Too much fat!"
"Count those calories!"
"You can't eat that!"

And now your mind is preoccupied with looking like "Miss Thing,"
That vision, hope, and destiny have no room to make you dream.
Not worrying about your future, or what legacy you'll leave...
Not worrying about the up and coming generation of women that will be left to 
grieve...
Your loss..
But then have to pay the cost of your neglect and disrespect of yourself and others
Girls, Women, Mothers..

You're too busy trying to find "Mr. Right" when you should be finding you...
The you that lies inside the truth.
You see, your beauty is not limited to what lies on the surface but rather the spirit
that dwells within..
Your beauty is found in balance...
Your beauty is expressed through creativity...
Being you, Not being me, she or he...
He created you to be...
Creative, unique, purpose driven, free...
To give life, not cause strife...

Who Lied To You?

Poverty, Racism, Classism, Low and even No Self Esteem,
Ignorance, Your Past, and even Your Present Lied to You.

But don't be shaken, for you have now be awakened to the lies of your youth...
that been dispelled by the truth...
That is the proof...
That your beauty just like mine...
Has now been DISCOVERED!