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Details | Free verse | |

Sometimes

Sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am sad.
Sometime I sing, sometimes I stammer

Sometimes I dance on the music of my soul, Sometimes I dance on the fingers of 
one single person
Sometimes I expect so much from others; sometime I myself can’t meet my own 
expectations.

Sometime I make fun of others and feel bad later, sometimes life makes fun of me 
and I smile
Sometime I win and sometimes I lose, sometimes I don’t even understand whether I 
won or lost.
 
Sometimes I laugh as if whole world is with me,
Sometimes I cry as if I am alone wandering in a strange land

Sometimes I give up so easily
Sometimes I work so hard that no one can stop me to achieve what I want

Sometimes I am dynamic person, who wants to change the world,
And sometimes I am a kid who expects anyone to embrace him tightly.

Sometimes I feel happy about the achievement of my enemy
Sometime I feel dejected with my own success.

Sometimes I help others and show them the right path
Sometimes I feel totally helpless and don’t know where to go

Sometimes I ask god to please give my past back
Sometimes I pray to show me the way forward


Life is composed of SOMETIMES and I just flow with that.
U admit or not but you are also sailing on the same boat.
So join me and enjoy it EVERYTIME as SOMETIMES life is very short!


Details | Free verse | |

Where Shadows Refuse to Dance

Locking the door is useless,
for he has a key...

Will that sliver of light
become a wider slice tonight,
or not?

Bed sheet covers are but flimsy barriers,
easily thrown off
by hands—

Hard working hands 
that roam where they should not

Tuck you to bed,
tell you a fairy tale before you sleep,
kiss you good night.

They all hold different meanings,
they always do.

The moon is a silent witness,
peeking through the windows,
where shadows refuse to dance...
but creep
Innocent eyes of a doll
that weep

“Shhh,” he says
“This is love.”

But the pounding heart,
the screaming mind
know otherwise.

This isn’t love.
It never was.

The moon can only scream in silence
with her.

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The sun crashes in,
dissolving the darkness
but it never matters,
for the nightmare continues...


She’s there at the stove, cooking
eggs sunny-side up
He reads the newspaper 
with a smile

Yet tears start to pool
as a timid voice says,
“Please, Mommy...
Why don’t you believe me?
The Boogie Man is real.”





September 16, 2011
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Details | Free verse | |

MAKING SOUP

Always cold in the morning, this kitchen is warmed now
With a roaring fire and my wife working beside me making just desserts
We stand here two hours this afternoon doing one of our projects
Cooking soup and fish for this evening’s xmas party of friends. 

The ghetto, the Projects, contained me with the music of 
The school’s leather belt and cane.  And then 
Parents lost in a fire. 
              That was a tough xmas, alcohol boozy flavored in an
              Empty-bottle kitchen, crowded and smoky.
It was a tough meat just cut today red blooded, now pale in the friends’ 
Xmas gift, the tureen shiny clean. The soup’s              
Alcohol flavored in effort to disguise taste of the firm onion, now soft slop. Next, must
Empty bottle of sauce in …add spice…Oh, now chop more veg: and the 
Kitchen knife peels and reveals their secret inner fleshes,
Crowded and jostling with juicy tomatoes, now reduced to wrinkled skins; and
Smoky, tall, erect celery now chopped into mini-sets of false teeth

Innocence lost in the poisonous smog of Dublin’s
Orphanage hymns and anthems: God and the state will help
Uniformed religious staff and teachers to tell me 
I do not belong - I must reveal no secrets about being
Woken, shaken out of bed, taken (with no word spoken) from the 
               Cold dormitory, scaly hand on my knee:
               Drown in this grasp -  fish out of water
Cold.  A small shivering fish caught in net, taken now from its fridge 
Dormitory for this sacrifice: staring, unfeeling, cold-blooded creature, its
Scaly skin shining on my cutting plate.
Hand on knee, I sit down to gut it, gills first - which made him
Drown as he struggled in the tightened net; and 
In this grasp I cut the fish open - an old  
Fish which was still feeling
Out of water. It seems a silly, scaled creature now, lifeless, staring at nothing.

I lost my loneliness from that hostile world:
She gave me peace and serenity  -
Warm feelings of belonging ; and it’s
Christmas every day. 
                 She is sweet, inviting, colorful, and around her
                 Melt-in-the-mouth music plays.
She is the essence of sugar,
Sweet free-running chocolate,
Inviting me to dissolve all of her creamy meringue shells 
Colorful and delightful, which will swirl
Around her taste  and 
Melt like love on a summer’s day.
In the mouth of my hell, she has uttered  
Music, and forever now,  it
Plays sweetly.

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Written for and entered in Debbie Guzzi’s  Contest     GET SERIOUS


Details | Lyric | |

Normal To Me

This isn't just a poem This isn't just another emotion This is me, these are my thoughts The Imagery is my sight, And The Allegories are my Life I'm lonely, There is just me But there's so many people around but no one can hear my loudest screams Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me I'm torn, I'm Cut Part of my heart stabbed, and then taken from me The Search for my innocence, Is like a moa hunt Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Laughing and Jokes all directed towards me Just to Hurt me Cover all of the Halls "Fag, Emo, Queer" Words I too often know Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me Curling her hair putting on her makeup "You're worthless and nothing to Me" Says the so-called all-loving-one As she screams: "Why am I not Pretty" Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me This is not just a poem not just some words my pen cries with each words But this is Just a Glimpse Don't Shout nor Scream This is all just Normal To Me


Details | Rhyme | |

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

A Mother's Love

A Mother’s Love… How precious is the love of a mother’s heart! Even as a child… It’s there from the start. A mother’s love knows no boundary or limit. It’s often shown by how much the mother gives it! Whether her children are young or growing old… And whatever circumstances in life may unfold. Her love is continually a solid foundation… That can’t be removed, torn or shaken. Her love is what is a guiding force. Even if her children’s lives stray off course. I’m thankful for the love my mother’s given… It’s surely influenced the way I’ve been livin’! To all of our mothers across our great nation… May we show them our love and appreciation! Their love has stood and endured the test of time… I’m so glad that one of them is MINE! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.


Details | Free verse | |

You're The Weak One

YOU’RE THE WEAK ONE


You’re the weak one, you’re a bully.  The weak one is definitely
not me.

The bully is always the weak one, but your weakness you can’t
seem to see.

So, I’m going to try to shed a little light on your weak and inappropriate ways.

Your weakness began on your first bullying day.

Your false sense of power is not strength at all; it is a cry for help desperately trying to break through.

I actually feel a little sorry for you.

Weak kids like you always seek to find other kids they can dominate.

Bullies do this with vicious words, inappropriate actions, and misguided hate. 

Is being a weak bully the banner you want to carry for the rest of your life?

Get rid of the bully banner forever; take up a banner that shows respect, 
understanding, and tolerance for others, and always hold that one very high.

	Al Johnson
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Being Different

The past, it may be over
but is it really changed? 
I wish I could forget it
but my life's still rearranged.

I'm always told I'm 'different'.
There are things I just won't do.
These things that make me strange to them
I owe them all to you.

Because of how you were then
I swore I'd never be.
Somehow I lost myself in this
although I'm finally free.

I won't even look at alcohol.
Oh gosh, no way...no how! 
My kids will never see me drunk.
Not later and not now! 

You'll never hear a curse word
be uttered from my lips.
Although I may be thinking them
while my hands are on my hips! 

I seem like such a nut case
to all who don't know why.
I don't waste time explaining...
I couldn't even try. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Diary Of A Bully

I watch him clutch
His silly staff,
The way he looks
Just makes me laugh.
His glasses hide
His hazel eyes,
So no one knows
How much he cries.

I don't know why
He looks that way,
To be noticed,
Some people say.
He has no style,
He isn't cool
He doesn't fit in 
With the kids at school.

I trip him up,
Laugh when he falls,
No one answers 
To his calls.
He's so tiny,
I'm so big,
I could snap him
Like a twig.

I don't know what
I'm going to say,
When his mum
Comes in today.
He's moving away
To another place, 
So that I'll
Get off his case.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Will No One Save The Children?

Have you seen
A child smile?
The answer is no
Not for a while.
Have you played
With a child today?
The answer is no
Not since their innocence was taken away.
Can you see
The children grow?
The answer is no
There are no children at home.
Can you feel
The children love?
The answer is no
They lie beneath small graves just dug.
Can you hear
The children cry?
The answer is no
For the children have died.


Details | Narrative | |

Child Prostitutes (2006)

Staring head on in the face
What is happening in each corner of this dreadful place
I don’t want to say rather me that you
I wish there was something I could do
Children for sale just isn’t right
Buts its happening day and night 


Details | Rhyme | |

Santa's Letter

Last night as I was setting up the tree,
Our six year old son came up to me.
He said, "Mommy, I need a stamp because,
I want to mail this letter to Santa Claus."

Only six years old and just learning to spell.
He tried his best, it came out quite well.
He asked for a car, a train and a bike,
And all of the things that little boys like.

Then he signed his name, with a little PS,
That brought a tear to my eye and a pain to my chest.
As I stood there reading that crayon letter,
I fought back my tears, for I knew better,
Than to show him the impact of the words that he wrote,
As he ended his letter with this little note,

"Santa, I know money is short this year,
So all I really want is my Daddy to be here."


Details | Lyric | |

The Godfather

I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.

I cannot alter what God has planned, 
nor stop sun to shine, 
nor stop the rain he’s cast.

So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.

Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.

But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!” 
You left me with his everlasting glory.

As time passes, I realize the greatness of 
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.


Details | Free verse | |

Playing

Playing a man: bravado
matching can-do ego with
being strong in word and deed.
Within ... he curls up in tears.

Playing a woman:  so feminine
soft hands, soft voice,
being kind and nice.
While inside ... a storm rages.

Playing grown-up
to protect and defend
their children.
But they've forgotten to play
when abused by the priest
or the cell mate,
left to live out their fate,
they pretend to forget.

But look, there, he's beating her
as she uses a frying pan to
strike out in violent forgetting
of the children within their soul.

Playing grown-ups hide
secrets as murder happens,
fires burn, suicide lives collide,
while abused children
abuse children
and no one is playing.


Details | I do not know? | |

RIP Virginity

Dear Sir,my innocence is gone now, no more fear ,
Do you love to **** me again, I am always here.
I wonder when you taught me how to use a pen,
I was so into you but my ****** was in pain !
I was crying, i was too immature to understand
I was turning only 13, I couldn't feel what happened.
but I promise I never forget what you taught me at the end.
I begged you to stop and I looked into your eyes,
there was a reflection of a cruel world,that what I deserved!
Don't be afraid, mommy never knows what you did,
Nobody knows that you made me bleed.
Dear sir,my innocence is gone with all my tears,
as I had no safe place to hide myself from fears.
Nobody saw anything as your world was blind!
having hidden hatred inside,a virgin died.
Dear sir, time cannot erase your memories,
time doesn't heal all wounds,that you marked,
yes,you took my innocence that will be always on my mind.


Details | Verse | |

Ding Dong The Wicked Witch is Dead

Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.


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 | Free verse | |

Bladder Problems in Class

Numbers on 
White board…names written hori-
zontally

Students ask
To go pee…right when class starts – 
THAT’S just wrong…

Bathroom line
Of students who have bladder
Problems – WOW!

People are
Not using lunchtime to do 
Their business 

No one knows
When to do their duties – SER-
IOUSLY?


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Acrostic | |

Love came down at Christmas

L Long ago travelled Kings
O Opened their minds to prophecies
V Visiting from afar they brought gifts of Gold, Fracincense and Myrrh
E Eastern Star guiding them lighting the way

C Company of Heavenly Host
A Allelujah! Angels appeared to Shepherds, telling Savior born
M Manger for bed wrapped in cloths in Town of David
E Evangelically proclaimed Christ the Lord

D December 25th designated day
O On which we recollect
W Why/way Christ entered our world
N Nativity only part of His story

A A new testament
T Tells of new covenant between God and His people

C Christ's coming to Earth
H Hailed as new born King, Holy
R Risen Lord, righteous redeemer, 
I Intercedes for us as
S Spiritual Saviour to save sinners souls
T Time for Truth, Trust, Trinity
M Man's belief in God of Love,  
A As Father Son and Holy Spirit
S Shall be saved


Details | Sonnet | |

SUNDAY DINNER A hillbilly sonnet

        SUNDAY DINNER  (Hillbilly sonnet)
Ma's cookin now, so come and set a spell
and you can bet we'll have her Sunday best
before the settin sun, and who can tell
what's on her stove--but it will meet the test.

Can't you just smell that fryin chicken now?
And you must know the gravie's fresh and hot
for pourin on them taters--I allow
a little more than I should have--so what?!?

The butter it just melts on bread so light
to compliment the vegetables we grow,
now if you know a life that's half as right
as this, you'd better make it yours to know.

   And I will say the grace, to thank God for
   what He has give--so He will give us more.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


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 | Rhyme | |

The Social Norm

Drink the drink, and take the pills, lay on the medication.
But your soul's forever lost to them without persistent dedication.
There's things we've learned, and things we will, to decide us right from wrong.
But your ears are only open, now, to a techno-logic song.
Social norms have bound you tight, then cut you awf'ly deep.
And still your soul beneath the surface begs of you, relief.
You waded in their welcome waters, thought it nice and cool
But now I'm sure you've figured out you're lost in sorrows pool
So take it from who knows you best
Someone who has passed this test:

Before you drift out in the sea And the shore's no longer in your view, I promise that I'll bring you back And if I can't, I'll follow you. Before your legs and arms grow weak And you've passed your final tier, I promise that I'll hold your hand; I promise you I'll still be here. Before your lungs are filled with water And our souls are parted once again, I promise you that you're forgiven; I promise you I'm still your friend. Before you close your sunken eyes Inviting night to kill the day Know your bright was never slight And soon you'll see your way.


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 | List | |

Rules in the eyes of a toddler

If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is a liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it a solid, it must be crumbled, chewed, stepped on or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is shelved, it must be unshelved.
If it is pointed, it must be run with at top speed.
If it has leaves, they must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must be thrown away.
If it is in the trash, it must be removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it has drawers, they must be rifled.
If it is a pencil, it must write on the refrigerator, monitor, or table.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is empty, it will be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt, it must be laid upon.
If it is stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest. It must be pushed by me instead.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If Mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled on the floor.
If it is a drawer, it must be pulled upon.
If it is a toothbrush, it must be inserted into my mouth.
If it has a faucet, it must be turned on at full force.
If it is a phone, I must talk to it.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be dropped on the floor.
If it is not food, it must be tasted.
If it IS food, it must not be tasted.
If it is dry, it must be made wet with drool, milk, or toilet water.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with arched back.
If it is Mommy, must make her dirty
If it is sibling, must slap,kick,and fight.
If it has four legs, must squeeze tight until makes noise
If big person is on phone, must make lots of noise
If tv is not on cartoons, scream until they are
If food is not good, throw it, refuse to eat it and cry until big people give you something good


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Sweet Short Poem After lengthy Thought

Ava
Tot for Tat


Details | Lyric | |

The War Confessions

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

And they taught us how to hate
In a hi tech kind of way 
Made us meat puppets 
For the wars they wage

In a playground, running round
In a playground, being clowns
Weren’t we once kids
Just kicking a ball?
Laughing ‘bout everything
Nothing at all

In a playground, ‘neath the sun
In a playground, having fun
Weren’t we once kids
Thought war is a game?
Fall over dead
And jump up again

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?}

Don’t want to lose my legs
In defense of larceny
The banksters stealing billions 
From the national Treasury

Don’t want to take a bullet 
Left coughing up blood
For your right to a lap dance
At some faraway club

Don’t want to suck my meals
Through a thin feeding tube
On behalf of profiteers 
Dealing addicts their crude

Don’t want to wheeze harshly
Hooked to a machine
In the service of ingrates 
And all that’s obscene

Don’t want to suffer flashbacks
Those nightmarish screams
While billionaires lullaby 
To private jet dreams

Nobody’s tool, nobody’s fool.
NO!!!!

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who sang funny songs
No thoughts of torture 
Phosphorous bombs

In a world so long ago
In a world we used to know
Weren’t we once kids?
Who rode on our bikes
Vampires scared us
Not nuclear strikes

(Hey, hey, what do you want to say?)

There’s a fury on the waves
A madness taking place
Fueled by the blood
Of weary wage slaves

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it ‘s time to stop
This lunatic war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This murderous war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And It’s time to  stop
This sickening war

There’s a world of growing horror
Where a playground stood before
And it’s time to stop 
This bloody awful war

Let’s bring back our playground 
Stop this war
Let’s restore our playground 
Stop this war…

Yes, it’s time 
(yes it’s time)

Time to STOP THIS WAR!






Details | Rhyme | |

Welcome To Grandparents Day

We would like to welcome you,
To our celebration created just for the people who,
Are significant members of our family tree.
We love you indeed.
You’ve guided us to achieve many goals.
We want to be like you.
Grandma and grandpa we hold you dear to our hearts,
And even when you’re gone we’ll carry your legacy,
On to our future members of the family tree.
Today we want you to view,
What we hold in our hearts oh so true.
We welcome and value you,
So sit back relax and enjoy the program
Designed for you involving your grand boys and girls.
Grandparents you make our world go round,
And we hope that you enjoy our gracious sounds.


Details | Terzanelle | |

our homeless plight

come, my child, let me hold you tight,
so I can keep you warm tonight.
I pray God ends our homeless plight.


Dr. Ram's triplet contest


Details | Lyric | |

A Confession to Tell

I have a confession to tell
and I don't know where to start.
It is something I have hidden
for many years.
Something I wouldn't let myself have.
I've had many fears about this.
Fear you would reject me.
Fear of disappointing you,
of hurting you in some way.
I denied this for so long,
it became the norm.
I tortured my soul over it,
for so many years.
I want you both to know
how much I love you
and I would never do anything
to intentionally hurt you.
You both gave me so much
even when we didn't have much.
You both did a great job raising me
and I think I turned out okay.
You taught me good life lessons,
a hard work ethic, honesty, and loyalty.
Up until now, I have led my life
the way I did for fear
you would disapprove of me and
that would be too much for me to bear.
I then realized, I wasn't truly happy.
I wasn't being me.
During this time, I met someone,
who made me very happy.
They saw the real me hiding inside
and loved me for it.
I now know true happiness.
I have debated and contemplated
in my mind of how to tell you both.
It is something I could
never imagine doing before.
I didn't know how to tell you
no matter how much I wanted to.
I want you to know
that you did nothing wrong.
I love you both very much.
Please don't think any less of me
because of this, but...
Mom, Dad, I'm gay.


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Suburban Spring

Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their lawn.

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV:
				Confused and intrigued, 
		with a slight urge to pee.

	The father cuts grass, 
			like a sleepwalker.
		(Or maybe more like a zombie -
Ravenous for cheap beer, instead of brains.)
	A six pack later, 
			he starts washing his car.
		(Or watering his driveway.)
He's spreading on wax so he's set when it rains.

	The mother kneels in dirt, 
			tending the garden.
		(More like digging in a sandbox.)
Her spade is rusty.  (Figuratively, at least.)
	A sunset later, 
			she cooks family dinner.
		(Or maybe orders some pizza.)
(If every mouth is fed, she can call it a feast.)

			I watch them the same way dogs watch TV.

	The son plays war games, 
			dying for fun.
		(Or maybe more for practice.)
He whines about fruit drinks, as well as the heat.
	A full pitcher later, 
			tweaking on sugar,
		(Or maybe just corn starch.)
the war escalates, 'til its time to go eat.

	The daughter makes a picnic, 
			inviting her toys.
		(Or maybe not.)
(Her plastic spread can only spread so thin!)
	After the tea time, 
			she's off picking flowers.
		(Or maybe weeds.)
(As long as they're pretty, there's a vase that they'll fit in.)

		They gather, as a family, at the table to say grace.
		They hold each others' hands and say, "Amen."  
			(And proceed to stuff their face.)

	The dog sits by the boy - 
			Loyal and true.
		(Or maybe just hungry.)
He drools as he stares from the corners of his eyes.
	After dinner, 
                     he offers to help with the dishes.
		(Or maybe he demands it.)
The boy sneaks him a bite.  The dog is not surprised.

	Bedtime comes soon after.  
			The kids are sent to brush their teeth.
		(Or maybe just to run the sink.)
They put on their jammies, and to bed, they go.
	After tucking them in, 
			the parents watch TV.
		(Or maybe they just dream they do, 
					sleeping in its glow.)

	The dog is changing channels, 
			looking for a better show.
				Confused and intrigued, 
		he pees on the carpet below.


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A Winter Sport--double acrostic--

Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.


My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..


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The Never Ending Battle

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert



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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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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'


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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill


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Oodles of Joy

"Oodles of Joy"
In the morning of everyday i 
start
I make a food that's really 
smart
Crunch'em, rip'em, and pour'em out 
As saliva pools form in my 
mouth 
Put it in the mic for just about 
three
Impatiently  watching those 
beautiful noodles waiting for 
me
When the time Is up
I Pop it open and take them out 
And start shoving "Oodle's of 
Noodles" into my mouth. 
 
Khalil Wali


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Halloween Haiku (for Linda-Marie the sweetheart of P.S.'s contest)

Halloween Haiku
(9.7.10)

Suburban parade:
A night to transform yourself,
and beg without shame.

Subsequent morning:
Pillowcases wear make up-
Wrappers and trinkets.

The Thanksgiving porch:
Mouth with one neglected tooth-
The jack-o-lantern.


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I'm Learning

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Entry For Nancy Jones
7 tile Scrabble Contest 
G.L. All


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poems

poems of love 
poems of hate 
closing doors
 and clicking gates 

Gates of white 
Gates of blue
 all beg for something new
 
something new
  something old
 something saying lets be bold 

i  know you
 and i know something you 
would like to do 

 so take my hand 
and lets leave behind the seas
 and the sand
 
 fly to a new beginning 
leave all these people we watch 
sinning
 


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Saria

She's a chunky bullet,
at three years old
with plastic beads in her hair.
And I watch her
amazed.
No father.
No mother.
But for a grandfather's love...
And OH is he slow.
No catching this little snip of wild grass-
growing out and inner smiles,
slipping her padded hands in mine,
calling me "mama"
(although I am but a faceless woman,
how many has she called before?)...
I am torn.
Mosquito bites on her face
and she loves my daughter.
Loves the safety of being near us.
A family balanced as it should be.
She can't sit still.
Plastic beads swinging clackety clack.
Little sausage legs dangling in her seat.
A whole world of words for her to still learn.
And yet she calls me "mama".

And I watch her amazed.


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Parents Need To Be In Church With Their Children


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


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The Ex-soldier

I happen upon a veteran, once,
An old man
With a four-sprang cane
And war tales
Stretched like China wall.
This event transpired in very recent past.
The man turned out to be pterodactyl
And flew away. 
I fell upon a boy, once,
A once child soldier,
A hero
Released
From youth and life.
Oh, how time has changed.
Men are taught to bicker,
Children are trained to fight. 


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Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


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For Men Everywhere One Billion Rising

1 Billion Rising.

For Men Everywhere.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

Stop!

Stop the abuse!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Listen!

Listen to the voices!

Of grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Think!

Think of how you treat,

grand-daughters,
colleagues,
daughters,
girlfriends,
partners,
mothers,
sisters,
nieces,
wives,

all women.

Act!

Act now to change yourself!

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when you stop,

the violence,
the abuse,
the rape.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

is perpetrated by,

grand-fathers,
colleagues,
boyfriends,
husbands,
nephews,
brothers,
partners,
fathers,
uncles,

men,

all men.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

stops when us men stop,

The violence,
the abuse,
the rape,

today, now.

Stop! Listen! Think! Act!


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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The Thread That Binds

A little boy and an ant became great friends one day. 
But how to live drew them apart, and this is how they ran astray:

In the Ant’s heart was strict authority and constant work each day.
Why wasn’t the boy following someone, collecting for the food array?
The ant would always build everything in exactly the same proven way.
The anthill was underground and protected them perfectly every day.
Not adding to the hive was a crime, no one would ever think to display.
He knew every thing would be perfect, if everyone did their job and obeyed.

But the boy wanted to build bridges and trestles, just like his Dad, each day.
All of them out in the open, none of them under ground or hidden away.
And inventiveness came with the notice, of new and exciting things in daily play.
His life was really cool, not boring, as standing in a line would convey.
He’d invent, and ponder, and build in exciting, new ways, to fit each new byway.
Quick minded, and resilient he’d build, many fascinating and unique causeways.

The boy and the ant eventually went away, not happy with how the other lived.
They thought the other shortsighted and scorned, at what the other could give.
But they went away without realizing, how very similar were their lives.
For each would spend their time endeavoring to help others with their drive.
But understanding is a harder concept than building a bridge or storing food.
It takes a true gift to see the world as others do…

The moral to this story is really quite easy for all to see…
You can’t expect others to live their lives the way you want them to be.
Here, each was adding to their different world, only they could see.
While one was building for a smaller, singular hive…
The other was building for the hive of mankind.


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Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)

Unexpected Peers (An acrostic ode to Poetry Soup and it's members)	
(9.7.10)

Passion
Overwhelmed
Elementary
Thoughts.
Roaming
Youth
Saw
Out,
Under
Pen.

Prolific
Obsession
Engrossed
Time.
Rhythm
Yielded
Structure;
Observation
Unleashed
Power.

Pride
Offered
Extroversion.
Trajectory
Rose,
Yet
Self-doubt
Occurred.
Undercurrent
Pulled.

Pushed
On;
Expanded
Tools;
Read.
Yesterday
Stopped
Overstaying-
Usurping
Present.

Posted
Online.
Enjoy
The
Rhymes
You 
Share
Openly,
Unexpected
Peers.


            I haven't been on this site long, but many of you have already made me feel
welcome, and, moreover, like I belong.  I'm finding myself as inspired as I have ever been
to keep writing, and to keep growing as a writer, thanks to your support, your contests,
and your own original posts.  This is, truly, a special community.  
            Thanks for allowing me to become a part of it.


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Early 1950s in Jacksonville Fl

Wafting on the morning breeze,
During manufacturing
Our whole town enjoyed the scent.
Maxwell House Coffee.

Freshness permeating air.
Aroma percolating.
Infusing memories of…
Grandma’s coffee pot.

June 3, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnen


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Magical Candy Canes

Two little candy canes were bought at a store.
Excitement abounded as they’d have a new home, to explore.
Snuggled in a sack with beautiful toys all around.
Theirs was be a happy life, you can be sure, they had found

They arrived at their new home, as in a blink.
And what did they see, oh my, everything.
All that they’d dreamt of, was before them, you know.
And foremost was the tree… that they would call home.

The tree was decorated with such aplomb and fanfare, well done.
The children laughed and giggled as they ran all around.
What a riotous but organized day of joy it had become.
With tinsel, and ornaments, and lights so profound.

The candy canes were finally put on that glorious tree,
As, yes, a few were eaten by you and by me.
The ceremony ended when an angel was placed by Papa on top.
And no one made a sound, then vibrantly applauded as he came down. 

Finally they all had dinner in the room beyond, that night.
As all settled in to wait for that illustrious visit, so right.
Joy abounded all over this house as presents were, so nicely wrapped.
And cookies were made to hand all about.

The last of the candy canes would finally be eaten on Christmas Day…
As presents lay opened and children did play.
Now don’t be sad for those two magical candy canes…
They stole a ride with Santa to the North Pole on that special day.

Merry Christmas to all at Poetry Soup!


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Money

Sure it can live
No it cant feel
Something gives when the cream is real


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They said her time had come- Death by insurance

They said her time had come
No place to run
No place to hide
No time for fun
Just an empty vessel inside
Going through the motions
Numb.
Overwhelming emotions
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Evil coats
She wants to run
She desires to have fun
Not understanding why she can not play
It is now the month of May
Another denial letter
Another denial to get better
They said her time had come

They said her time had come
Why such looks of sorrow?
She doesn’t understand
For there is always tomorrow
Evil coats
She takes a breath
Smelling all of the flowers
No place to hide
Now literally an empty vessel inside
They said her time had come

Her time had come
Her bald head 
Just four years old
She looks to comfort from her mom and dad
Why do they look so sad?
Evil coats drag them away 
She never got that chance to go out and play
Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. 
The room floods with long white coats
Now to heaven this little girl floats
Her time had come

They said her time had come
She was just a name
No money, undeserving of fame
Easy for her to be denied
If only the suits had looked her in the eyes
Who is to blame? 
Sent to the free clinic
Now dead at four
No insurance
Ooops! What a shame…
She could have been saved
Now two parents at her grave
Once a happy family, now destroyed
Because THEY said her time had come


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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


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Old Men

They used to frighten me
To be around old men
With their backs all bent
Their faces harsh to see
Time's ugly scars etched in
Freckled skin worn so thin.

Their white and thinning hair
And their extra large ears
They look sort of queer
With their bald heads a glare
And canes they use to stand
Held in old bony hands.

So, I spoke to one one day
And then while listening
With eyes a glistening
I was in utter dismay!
To hear the things he'd done
Of his battles lost and won!

We became real good friends
That wise old man and I
And long did I cry
When he met his end
Now, I'm no longer scared
Of old men everywhere!

It's a proper thing anyhow
That I no longer fear
When old men draw near
Because I live with one now
But we never speak, you see
Since that old man.... is me!


                          Timothy I. Brumley


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Eyes On Me???

Eyes on me,
People watching,
In my direction?
Can't they look somewhere else?

Feeling uneasy,
Discomfart rises, too.
Afraid to mess up,
Afraid to fail.

Eyes are on me.
I feel pale.
I freeze.

I don't want
The attention.


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Moshe

A long time ago one kid would shower snowballs up on us his name was Moshe neighbour's ewe lamb, once he drowned my family's cat after pricking it all over with his mother's tailor needle. He didn't apologise didn't look back. He'd laugh when I would kiss you beneath the willow right on your reddish cheek sort of a ripe midsummer's fruit when our dry lips hadn't already been wading through the childhood to the dewy land. And Moshe was working together with his father veterinarian - latex gloves, scissors tubing, tents, patching up the gashes for curs puttin'em to sleep due to the rabies, the birds would withdraw from the sky when Moshe would spend his night-time on a loft sewing up the tails of the mice after tearing them off without any prayer, Lord, without a touch. Moshe had a scar below his eye he was born marked, genes, my dear, people saying that's a gene of scalpel and needle, and it's uncertain what they'd been doing with our parents's cats in the childhood. I met him at abandoned temple recently, Moshe, he was meshed into the bindweeds fogged from eternal shade demented from birdsongs wale-marked by God, or by Lucifer, or perhaps by me I swear I can't remember it's a long time we are seeking ourselves for each other at this temple you never know there's a chance we are simply insane.


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Haiku Cigarettes

Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever


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A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I idly watch
a beach life unfold

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
warnings
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day


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I Think of a Time When I Was Young


I can think of a time, when I was young.
I was growing up and having fun! 
I remember how excited I was to have a t.v.
There were my brothers, my parents and me!
I remember at about the age of ten.
My dad thought going to the theater was a “sin.”
There were many things 
that as young man…
 I later began to see, and understand!
My parents shared God’s love the best they could!
And I read the Bible and was trying to be “good.”
I had my troubles…  And problems bear...
But I had a family, and much prayer!
The truth of God’s word helped sustain me!
I knew how much he really loved me!
My parents, may seem like they were “old fashioned.”
They loved their kids!  With a Godly compassion!
I’m thankful to be blessed with a Godly love!
My family was a treasure from heaven above!
I think about today, and how things go wrong.
Many families don’t seem to “get along!”
I pray for the blessing of God, to bind them together!
May we all serve him!  Today, and forever!
His love must be the cord that binds!
His will must be the focus of our minds!
May the presence of God bind us as one!
Every mother, father, daughter and son!

By Jim Pemberton


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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


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Denial of Freedom

What the hell is Trans-gender?
Who are the judges appointed 
To send these children into the dark
Without so much as a flashlight?

Why do the innocents have to suffer 
For the ignorance of their elders
For the unconscious majority
Of the planet's population?

It is the way of the future
Our children will live there
With their genders identified
As an evolutionary process continues.

We question with furrowed eyebrows
We look with curiosity
We love unconditionally
We accept with faith.

Some of us will cry 
For not understanding sooner
For allowing the suffering 
That ended with suicide.

Some of us will understand
Before it's too late
That we hold the healing light
And the power of choice.


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

the courage to be different

the courage to be different to buck the status quo
to be a child and disciple of the God that we all know
I know what it's like to be young, I remember my childhood
I remember all of those times, the bad and the good
I remember what it's like to simply stand out
to be different from everyone else who was about
I remember all the shame, the heartache and all the pain
I was tall for my age and always stood in the back of the line
from kindergarten to way beyond junior high
but not only was I tall but my family had little funds
I missed out on a lot of things after all was said and done
but I had the courage to be different for I had a dream
that despite my circumstances I would achieve great things
for God did single me out, He had me on His mind
He made a way when I could see no way and His path I did find

when I look at the youth of today, I see such anger and confusion
demonic tattoos, prison mentality, living on celebrity illusion
totally unaware that they're inviting danger
from unknown and familiar strangers
more concerned and worried about their appearance
not having the courage to try and be different
you don't need to run with a pack or hang out with a gang
God has a blessing just for you that He has arranged
yet He will allow the enemy to have a limited takeover
but He will eventually intercede with an ultimate makeover
just possess the courage and the faith to just believe
that the Lord God can do anything you can perceive

He burnt the meat, He burnt the wood, the rocks and the water in the trench
God can do the impossible if you believe He can make a difference
He will take you to another level, He will lift you up
His power is omnipotent and will fulfill your spiritual cup
for it's not about the world's window dressing 
that the Lord God finds impressing
He cares not about your designer clothes nor the type of car you own
He cares only that you believe in His Son, the crown, the cross and the throne
He will overfill your treasure chest
just shut up and let Him do the rest

so raise your children to trust and believe in the Lord
to have the courage to be different and the balls to get on board
to march to the beat of a different drum
to know that with God victory has been won
to not have a spirit of fear
to know God is always near
that despite any failures, faults and all things disappointing
that the Lord God  can still bless them with an anointing 
for God has given them an inheritance
and the courage to be different
 



 


Details | Free verse | |

Survival Of The Fittest

Dropped out of school
At an early age
Lived on the streets 
Because, I disgusted my mother
She thought I was a poor example
Of true Christian beliefs
At an early age 
She religiously drummed into me
‘blood is thicker than water’
And yet, 
Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry
No one protecting me
No friends
No family
No home to go too
Just, peoples eye for an eye,
tooth for a tooth mentality
Praying for the sun to shine
To feel some warmth again!
Sun rays of hope, lighting me up
To live through this darkness without fear
With a heart full of faith
No matter what happens to me, now!
If only I could drink my salty tears
It would sustain me for a lifetime
Your tears are worth nothing, around here
You’re classed as weak and venerable
Only attracting death
Your life worth nothing!
Save me from myself
I am my best friend
I am my worst enemy
My prayers and dreams
Lost in the wind
Blowing around like autumn leaves
The rain washing them away
Down the drain into the sewage
Rolling with the seasons
Year after year
Survival for the fittest!
Surviving on the love
Hidden, inside me
Being my strength and guide
My personal lifeline
In surviving this crazy world 
We all live in


Details | Verse | |

I blame me

I blame me for all my mistakes
I blame me for all the rejection and heartache
I blame me for all the times I stayed silent 
and should have started and earthquake
with my words
I should have spoken up when I had the chance
now all those thoughts are wasted
unspoken, unheard

I blame me when my husband touches me 
and I feel the hands of a predators pounce
And I blame me when the pressure it on
because all I had to do was shout out and renounce His name
Lord, help me to get rid of the shame

I blame me for my loneliness
I blame me for my feelings of lust
I blame me when I look at myself and see absolute disgust
I blame me when I shut down - unsure of who to trust
At times not even sure if I really know how to love

I blame me when my kids are crying out sick
because when I brought them here
I knew that this world was unfit
Yet overpowered by my love for them 
I became more and more protective
So I blame myself in advance for their sadness
when they finally see that the world is not objective

I blame me for those nights I can't rest
Wondering if my consciousness has finally realized
that I have done my best
to stay positive and have good intentions
So I blame myself when I give in to temptations and my human inhibitions
and begin to feel ashamed of myself
I begin to feel like I don't have enough strength to love myself
because
good things don't happen for me
So I blame me for my thinking and feelings of worthlessness

It's a big world and my lonely soul has no more confidence
I have nothing
I have given up 
and so I blame me for my incompetence and my soul's rut


Details | Naat | |

The Way Towards Great Hope

Prayer gift of the Spirit
Makes us men and women of hope
Prayer keeps the world
Open to Eternal God

To pray alone is good
Even more beautiful
Fruitful
To pray together

Many ways to become acquainted to Him
There are experiences, groups
Encounters, Courses
To pray

Take part of parish liturgies
Be abundantly nourished by the word of Eternal God
With active participation
In the Sacraments


The baptized
Confirmed by the Eternal Holy Spirit
The Holy Eucharist, communion
So as to live as authentic friends and witnesses of Father Christ


4202013


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dumb Mother Award Gos Too

the dumbest mother, award goes too... dumb
me 
and why you may ask
because i am not home schooling right now
because my child my student 
fell softy asleep! during his math lessen today

i wanted to personally belittle him
and poke home with a learning stick      
and with a witchy voice say 
get up and open your eyes 
you can't get a job that way 

but i didn't do that, 
i just say are you sleepy 
and to my supreme surprise
he said in a most tired voice
Yes!

I just took him to the doctors 2 or 3 times 
and they found not one thing wrong 
the other is talking in his sleep too
and making sound so loud that 
he stop breathing and wake and talks
with words that could be made out to be anything
like words that are not of this the plant!

I want to wave my flag 
but there is not one to tell 
and what could keep my 
kids wanting to learn 
when there health is small and weak 
and there understanding that 
these who are to do no wrong 
just do nothing 
          
 aka:lyricvixen


Details | Free verse | |

Mining for Precious Jewels


Compassionate hearts called to action, mining for precious jewels. Bright eyes open today. The fog of apathy falls from faces... to see the fearful... to see the hungry. Open hearts overflow today, mining for precious jewels. Compassionate souls through cities and countries step across concrete and pastures, searching, hoping, healing... mining for precious jewels. The cries of children are heard, piercing the night like thunder. Open arms comfort the hurting today. May we all act as His hands and feet just for today, responding to the calls for help, mining for precious jewels, seeking the babes buried in pain. May we show compassion, nurturing the innocent, just for today... mining for precious jewels. For the Great Soup Poetry Release Extravaganza *folded, placed in a jewelry box, and left on a city park bench. **I did not get to see who found it because of a rambunctious little boy. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 14, 2012


Details | Couplet | |

Eyes do Weep

When my son was young and so very, very wild… 
I loved him dearly for he was my child.
But I feared the drugs, alcohol, and friends he did keep.
I knew they would destroy him, as I found my Eyes do weep.

We found a private High school with new peers to seek.
Miraculously, He found his own way back, and to college he did leap.
He chose a college and fraternity far away, as my eyes blurred again.
But the day he was on his own, became the best that’s ever been.

His fraternity became his brothers, and advice they dished out.
Study time became important, with gentlemanly behavior devout.
I’ll thank them each, in the leadership and help they all showed.
I’ll thank my son for growing up, and for becoming who we now know.
Community service brought blood drives, and teaching inner city kids.
They worked on their fraternity house, reclaiming it from the skids.
All parties had designated drivers to take every body home, all right.
They gathered clothes for the homeless to brighten up their life.
They built Homes For Humanity for to work he was never adverse.
Then, to add to the rest, he continued to work to become a nurse. 
He put himself through college working in a hospital and ambulance.
He had learned a reverence for life, happiness, and yes, even patience.
My wild, wild son has found purpose in life and peace at long last.
And again my eyes do weep… This time with love so vast...



Details | Free verse | |

Scars of an Inner Child

You are not the man, you want to be
You said you were my Father, till, I discovered different
Enduring, daily beatings
Bashing the living day lights, out of a woman and a child
Repetitive, bad ass attitude, nasty streak
Mean and aggressive!
Fists, knives and guns, your weapons of chose
Out of control, abusive, devious
Relentless, over – bearing!
Breaking me, piece by piece
Confusing a child, with unhealthy love
Hand fed your bullshit, brain washed
Using me as your human, punching bag
This innocent child’s blood, staining your callas hands
My child’s curiosity, asking you one day
“Why do you hurt me and Mum?”
Your retort: “I am not your blood!”
I didn't understand, back then
Now, as an adult, I clearly understand!
Believe me, when I say
There was never a day that went past
That you didn't remind me of that!
My freedom, restrained
My sanity, tested
Caged, like a wild bird in captivity
Behind bars, looking out
 Here, I am today, free from your grip
Nursing, this inner child’s, bleeding love


Details | I do not know? | |

For Anene Booysen 1996 - 2013

Hamba Kahle Anene Booysen! (1996 – 2013)


Dead at 17, brutally raped and left to die,
in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

‘horrific’, ‘repulsed’,
‘brutally raped’, ‘shocked’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left to die,

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site in Bredasdorp.

 

Anene was raped,
savagely mutilated,

 

Her 17 year old body tossed aside,

 

by the hands of men.

 

Men, always men,

 

cowardly, beastly, perverted, twisted men.

 

‘Beastly’, ‘perverted’, ‘twisted’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

who now lies cold and dead.

 

How many Anene Booysens will it take,

 

for us,
society,
families,
people,

 

human-beings,

 

and,

 

men, especially men,

 

to excise the ghastly menace,

 

of the heinous capacity that resides,

 

within men,

 

always men,

 

to brutalise, rape, mutilate, and murder.

 

‘Brutalise’, ‘murder’, ‘rape’,

 

do these words mean anything,
to anyone,

anymore.

 

Not to Anene Booysen,

 

murdered at 17, brutally raped and left,

 

to die,

 

in the dirt,

 

at a construction site,

 

in Bredasdorp.

 

 

Anene Booysen
(1996 – 2013)

 

* – Hamba Kahle – “Farewell, Travel Well” in Zulu

 

** – Bredasdorp is a small town near Cape Town, South Africa


Details | Rhyme | |

two woman one child

Once there were two women who lived different lives..
One I hardly around for me to remember, the other I call my mother.
Two different lives, shaped to make my one...
One was out of reach like a star, the other became bright sun.
The first gave me life and the second taught me how to live it.
The first gave me a need for love, and the second was always there to give it.
One gave me a nationality, the other gave me my nick name.
One gave me a seed of talent, the other gave me an aim.
One gave me emotions, the other calmed my fears.
One heard my first cry, the other dried all my tears.
One gave me up  without a second thought...To selfish to care
The other prayed for my safety and God led me straight to her. I was her Mandy Bear
And now you ask me, As my peer 
the age old question unanswered throughout the years...
Heredity or environment .. Which am I the product of..
Neither, my friend .. neither..
just two different kinds of people...That ended with only ONE LOVE


Details | Haiku | |

Child labor

Please stop child labor
Let the poor kids go to school
Please give them stipend


Details | Free verse | |

Crackers ‘n' Cheese

I was a-munchin’ ‘n’ a-crunchin’ on some crackers ‘n’ cheese
When a-someone or a-somethin’ came ‘n’ tickled my knees –

With her tail up in the air in a question mark tease,
‘Twas my little grey kitten mewin’ wide-green eyed pleas –

Beggin’ of her human, “Oh kind human, please
Won’t you let me share in yer crackers ‘n’ cheese?”

I looked into her tiny face ‘n’ made the choice with ease –
Doncha know that to my heart this kitten holds the keys?

I felt her purrs flow past me, a gentle, liltin’ breeze,
 ‘N’ now my kitten’s doin’ the munchin’ on my crackers ‘n’ cheese!


Details | Free verse | |

Wildness

I felt my thoughts run wild
 Was I really a demon child
 Thoughts tightened my head grew light
 I hoped my expression was on my face right
 
I absorbed your statement surety taking flight
 Your questions growing old
 Your coming across as way to bold
 So this is the child you stole
 
Standing here now I felt guilty as sin
 My emotions had just let little old Peace walk right in
 I was sure that without me the child's future was dim
 So I filled her right up to the rim
 
Without me here she surely would be condemned
 Who would look for me now I live in the brim
 
As I fought the fear
 Of having you here
 It hurt to the bone
 Making her a home
 
So I opened the door
 But her back to where she was before
 Because I love her even more
 I stay here to even the score


Details | Free verse | |

I am counting the days to freedom

I am counting the days to freedom
To dolls house and hide and seek
To our voices crashing like a cataract
Against stone deaf
Shadows hanging over our love
Like a rock.
I am counting the days to freedom
Our long procession weeping
For the lizard
We chased through the grass
So we could test our competence
At eulogy too.
I am counting the days to freedom
To the exploration
Of what took the tease from father's eyes
And the smile from mother's heart.
They no longer pretend
About the emptiness in them
That keeps them busy
Chasing their own thoughts for an end,
What shall I do with an entire day
By myself alone?
I am counting the days to freedom.


Details | Sonnet | |

Eucharist


Fr. Christ said “I am the living bread that came down from heaven...

If anyone eats this bread

He will live forever

Who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, abides in Me and I in him"

Essential signs of Eucharistic Sacrament are wheat bread and grape wine

Communion with the Body and Blood of Fr. Christ increases the communicant’s union 
with the Lord God.

Receiving this sacrament strengthens the bonds of charity between the communicant and Fr. Christ

It also reinforces the unity of the Church as the mystical Body of Fr. Christ

The Church recommends the faithful to receive the Holy Communion at least once a year.

Fr. Christ Himself is present in the sacrament of the altar

He is to be honored with the worship adoration

To visit the Blessed Sacrament is a proof of gratitude

Expression of love

Duty of adoration toward Fr. Christ, Jesus our Lord


Written 09182012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Understood

You are a woman with pried and proven, no need to state it...it can be seen and proven!

You are a woman...vibrant and sassy filled with a radiant glow that can be seen from afar, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman...a mother to many not just your own a multiply diverse persona, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman…a wife a sister and a daughter as well, a sultry sophisticated woman, no need to prove it! 

You are a woman…a cook a doctor and sometimes a lawyer for the guilty even if you she knew you did it, no need to prove it…its been known since the day I first layed my eyes upon you. I myself simply call you my wife and the mother of my children. Understood by me and never needed to be proven! 


Details | Free verse | |

The soldier, the war, and I

The soldier, the war, and I


Today I am home and thinking to my self..
What would I be doing if I had a soldier coming home to me and my family?
What would I be doing if I was the soldier looking to going home to my family?
And then, I look back at all the years passed since this last war..

Many children have grown to become men, Others have grown to become soldiers
Where would I be if I had gone to the war and fought for my country?
Where would I be if I had gone and came back safely?
Where would I be if I had not gone at all because I was not qualified to go?
Would I be with my family or in a hospital injured?
Would I be standing proud, and laughing with my friends and family?
Or would I be dead, as I never got to come back?

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
Thinking of all of those brave soldiers, children still
Who are out there, suffering.. And some ill

Today I am home and thinking to myself..
How many woman are crying because of their gone loved ones
How many men are crying for their loved and missed ones
How many children are fatherless or motherless, or both!

And at the end I stop. I think no more..
I am grateful for the things I have, 
I am grateful for the people who surround me...
And I am sure grateful to never have gone to a war; yet, 
I sure appreciate the thoughts, courage, life, and suffering
Of all of those who have been touched by it.


Details | Verse | |

Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow


Details | Verse | |

Grattitude First lesson in Christian Living

Dear little pony, the children’s clown,
Rough mane stands tall, his thick tail tumbles down.
Jiggety, jog.  Yes, some riders have frowned.
Dad can ride him with two feet on the ground!
 
He’s a tough little, nuggety, wonderful chap
Who can live on the roughest of diet mishap.
We don’t feed him oats much, he’ll founder on those,
But if you can ride him you’re right home and hosed!
 
He’s full of the tricks that intelligence brings.
He’s always a challenge until mummy sings
Out loud, lets him know that he can’t get away
With presenting his backside to children today.
 
The children must learn how to command him too.
It isn’t the easiest thing they must do,
But they look for the pleasure of riding again,
So they learn how to handle tough diamond disdain.
 
They must learn how to stop him from racing away
Towards home when his head is turned facing that way.
His mind is on resting with food in his trough,
But his job is to teach, and he does it but tough!
 
Tough diamond’s a doorway to wonderful thrills
In the glorious world of the horseman’s spills
And great challenges.  Once you can master this rascal
Nothing can daunt you.  Introductory sample
 
Of every excitement that riding can offer,
He’s cute, pert, adorable, and he can proffer
Essential abilities.  Gratitude is
The gateway to mastery, sire of bliss!
 
Every offence becomes laughable when
You think back to this tough little customer. Then
Your mind turns to teaching, as Daddy once did.
No more can the mud of offence cause a skid.
 
You’ll go round it.  Or jump it. There’s no need to fall
 When Gratitude’s mastered.  Remembering all
Those scuffles you had that your dad helped you through,
You’ll mother, or father, or teach others too.
 


Details | Senryu | |

My Teenager Son

my teenager son
his room wall is hung with lots
of sexy posters


Details | Acrostic | |

Choices of Words

Children learn from what they hear and see.
Have you ever heard certain words from a child?
Our thoughts and feelings spread to them from me.
Intentions are good, though prejudice comes wild.
Carefully, we should not press our evil, outwardly free.
Every time, we do, it will come back, oh, so beguiled.
Senses of the child are impressive, guided by thee.

Our parents embedded both wrong and right on each.
Freedom of choice is what everyone has, within reach.

Words, deeds, are what teach the young, indeed.
Our greed can also be pressed inside the seed.
Ruthlessness also transfers, but what does it breed.
Does anyone know for sure, what children will need?
Sacrifice your evilness, or your children’s spirit will bleed.


Details | Verse | |

Secular State

A baby born in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
It will decide to what faith
It owes its allegiance and its prayers. 

A baby growing up in a secular state
Of parents belonging to different race
Unsure of its faith, unsure of its fate
In the end, he ends up falling from grace.


Details | Sonnet | |

Gone Too Far

That’s not my elephant, officer, though she is pink.
She is right in front of your vehicle sir, I think.
Not too big, but not too small, her name is Ella.
I would say she likes to carry her pink umbrella.
I bet those second graders can see her just fine.
Yes, officer, I bet that they never drank any wine.
So to say, she is not there, will start some fights.
So remember that my faith is in the bill of rights.
She dances so fine around, around over the lot.
Upon tips of her toes, she cannot smoke pot.
However, she can eat spaghetti, with meatballs hot,
She loves to slurp, and swing the noodles in trot.
Don’t you see her now, over on top of that car?
Well, sir, you’re under arrest, you’ve gone too far.



Written for

Sponsor Matt Caliri 
Contest Name That's Not My Elephant 


Details | Ballad | |

WILL MY DREAM COME TRUE

IT'S A BRIGHT MONDAY MORNING

I PEEPED THROUGH THE WINDOW

THE CUCKOO COMMENCED IT'S SINGING

WHERE THE SUN GLEAMED AS HERO



WITH THE NEEDED BOOKS I PACKED MY BAG

I FILLED MY TUMMY WITH MY FAVOURITE DISHES

STANDING IN ATTENTION I SALUTED THE FLAG

I MEMORISED THE POEMS ENCLOSING CLICHES



THE LOVE FOR STUDIES IS IN MY HEART

SO NO PAIN COULD I FEEL IN MY SHOULDER

ONE DAY I'M THE HEAD OF A CORPORATE

ON MY WAY COMING ACROSS MANY BOULDERS



THEN I WOKE UP BY MY MOM'S SCREAM THESIS

I RECEIVE EVERY SUNRISE BEFORE WORK

ALL I COULD ASK THE ALMIGHTY IS

WILL MY DREAM COME TRUE????
                                                                     -a child labour


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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.


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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Loneliness Is A Powerful Thing

Loneliness is a powerful thing...
It always hurts your feelings

When somebody tells you wrongs
About your beliefs...

When someone stabs you verbally
And emotionally scarring you for years.

All those fears, turn into fear of
Being true and strong-willed for yourself...

Other people may never remember your pain,
And pretend it was nothing like they took it in vain.

Loneliness kills you when you see
What others might have and you ask "Why can't that be me?"...

Guiltiness of envy causes even more loneliness,
The kind of feeling that tells
What kind of spells negative thoughts put on you...

Forcing you to believe
That what if everyone hates you.

Feeling hurt and corrupted after hearing others...
Saying you're bad to others,
Making you think "They don't understand anything..."

Feeling ignored and bored
When you start to feel left out,
You start to doubt about the friends you have.
(Any kind of) Loneliness is a powerful thing...


Details | Light Poetry | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

CHILD SCAVENGERS

I am alone 
This is my life 
I live and sleep on this hill 
A hill made of it  all 
From grace to grass 
And on this grass I feed in delight 
For grace is vague to my sight 
So vague, I do not yern for 
Peers and I compete for the best piece of flit 
Anxiously we await early in the morn 
That which have been let down by golden haves 
An enduring search on the biting sun 
a times pays with hovering flies 
As though it is thanksgiving 
till I devour all 
I am alone 
This is my life 
Survival is a must not need 
There comes the scary nights 
When sleep escapes from sight lids 
For fear of an attack on my being 
Acts of pleasure and wickness 
by Lords of the hill 
A height I yearn to attain 
To gain with no pain 
Snatch with no grudge 
I am alone  
This is my life  
Do you hear me 
Do you feel my pain 
Can you feel my heart call 
For echos of the night is near 
Calling unto itself fear and terror 
For noise of the day is near 
Calling unto itself crushing labor against 
un-quenching elements of God 
I am alone  
This is my life 
I need your help, now! 

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


Details | Ode | |

myrrh marred marinas

myrrh marred marinas and goose-stepped geese 
set sapphire to salacious rhythm under the absent sun… 
a fantastical flamenco curtailed caustic cues, 
nine-balled eighths shot straight to the soul, 
pool for the favelas, thought for the fools… 


Details | Haiku | |

Monument

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


Details | Blank verse | |

We're Living in a world today

We livin in a world today,
Where its streets over home
Heartaches where pain rome…
Its guns before goodies,
Babies before books…
Boys before brothers,
& family below lovers…
Its sex without rubbers,
More baby showers than graduation parties
And more funerals than weddings…
We’re blinded by lust, 
And trapped without trust…
We’re living in a world today,
Where everybody falls a victim to the street..
A bullet is the only thing they seem to meet;
Everybody’s a follower,
But nobody leads!
We’re living in a world today,
Where only parents read..
The obituary is one thing they probably 
Aren’t too happy to view..
But the kids who listen:
Its only a few.
It’s more obituaries than honor rolls
And this is what we live in…
Today


Details | Free verse | |

Circling

Two young ones brought together into an orbit left to spin.
They fought recklessly forever wanting to be right and to win.
Two young children growing up secretly holding in the night.
While every one knew they circled endlessly in their plight.
Never leaving orbit like sharks they did swim.
Both fighting the attraction, while waiting for it to end.
They left, came back, and left, forever, yet again.
With time they slowly grew up, held tight in the spin.
Then one finally woke up and knew his way that day.
Stopping the childish games, he found he couldn’t circle and stay.
Finally, he left the circle and went to her straight away.
But his frustrations made him bite the other badly as he walked away.
Then he left vowing to never come back to this bend.
But the wind breathed ” Go Back. Go Back. Don’t let her get away again.”
“Go back. Go back. You must make her yours today.”
But she was still caught in the spin and the same old ways.
But her circle now looked to others to add to the spin.
So he sat down to wait as her circle went on again.
But the spin didn’t include him as number one any more.
He knew any moment the circle would lose it’s hold and there would be dawn.
When she realized he’d stopped spinning, and was trying to hold her close.
They would be together if they learned to dance this time back and forth.
They would be together if her, he could quietly hold.
It would take more than presents, only patience and a heart of love and gold.
She would have to forgive, to make things right again.
But his leaving words had quite a bite, and held them still apart.
So they went back to spinning as he slowly sought her heart.
The one he had broken and so deeply torn apart.


Details | Rhyme | |

Remember Remember

Grab your jacket, scarf and gloves and wrap up nice and warm.
Hope the weather holds its peace and doesn't bring a storm.
Grab your cats and call your dogs and get them all inside.
If you care for the little tykes then this rule you must abide.

Fill your buckets up with water, get them at the ready.
Do not fill them to the brim so you can hold them steady.
Get the first aid kit supplies on stand by just in case.
I've heard the tales of injuries and burns around the face.

Start with something simple, "someone go get me a light".
A sparkler in all our hands, now watch them sparkle bright.
Get the kids all gathered round as older guys prepare.
See the kids all waiting and their eyes wide as they stare.

Hammer up the Catherine Wheel and nail it to the fence.
"Do not ruin the paint work, let us do it" said the gents.
Stick the tubes into the grass and deep into the ground.
Careful not to poke that pile left there by the hound.

Be prepared, all is ready and it's going to get loud.
Parents buying mass displays to make their children proud.
Roman candles, some sky lanterns, whistlers and rockets.
Rebel kids around the streets with bangers in their pockets.

Stand well back and light the fuse and watch the tension grow.
Let's fill the sky with sound and light and put on a great show.
They all erupt and whistle off higher than a kite.
Wheels spin, and bangers blow as the rockets take their flight.

Explosive pops and electric fizzles at an amazing height.
Every colour fills the sky, it's such beautiful sight.
All around the sounds of bangs suddenly all stop.
No wait, there's always one or two to give a random "pop".

Now the sky is clear apart from massive clouds of smoke.
It's worth it for the kids, but all that money, what a joke!
But a smiling kid is priceless, so try not to be tight.
'Remember the 5th of November'...

and have a Happy Guy Fawkes night!!!


Details | I do not know? | |

The little big man

I saw a little boy just sitting there,
Staring at the sky without a care.
I walked over,asked what he saw,
He told me nothing,nothing at all.
Mr.do you think the stars sleep during the day?
Why do the clouds puff up that'a way?
Why do the birds sing the way they do?
Why is there a difference in the color between me and you?
Why do you suppose people ignore me?
Is there something wrong that I cannot see?
Do I have a wierd nose,or are my eyes not straight?
Do I ask stupid questions,or is it that I am not that great?
I know I am small,but I have big dreams,
But no-one will give me the chance,at least thats the way it seems.
The stars dont sleep,they hide during the day.
The clouds want to look bigger,thats why they puff up that'a way.
The birds sing to bring a smile to your face.
The color is different in us but were equal in my place.
People ignore you because they are afraid to understand.
Nothing wrong with your face,your the perfect little man.
No such thing as a stupid question,ask all day.
And everyone is special in there own little way.
Chase your dreams and the chance will appear,
Now you seem like a little big man,lets get a rootbeer.


Details | I do not know? | |

Non Catholic religions

You think Christ is not hurt
With loving what you thought is Christ
Loving Christ is being in His true Church
In Catholic or Roman Catholic you are not condemned but saved

In His Church
Ask R.C.I.A.
Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults
Is like a college Religion class

You will learn the truth
In other man-made religion bible are lies
What you’re reading is really the true Church
Not your own

It’s like a blind
Leading another blind
They would both fall in hell of fire
It is not the minister’s fault

Your own, rather take them with you
Both of you learn the truth
For every man they can be a deacon
Bishop and Priest are not with a wife

For Jesus Christ is a High Priest
Great Prophet
Only Son of the most High
The Redeemer

In RCIA, you will receive 3 important Sacraments
Baptism
Confirmation and
Holy Eucharist or the Body of Christ

We want God to be pleased with us
Eternal Father told the people 
To Listen only to the Messiah and
The One I sent

What are these Christ like churches?
Non Catholic churches?
People in there are already condemned
Being in Catholic or Roman Catholic, you are saved


Details | Rhyme | |

Respect Comes with Age

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


Details | Free verse | |

nothing ever will

touched your name
tapped a keypad
and frog-like-lilly-leaps
found me
fly-like with
accuracy
after so strong a bound


Details | I do not know? | |

Willow Tree

Who do you feel like today?
Do you even remember my name? 
 It's been 8 years since then,
Has the willow tree we sat under gone dead?

 I wonder if you've changed,
if you regret your biggest mistake.
 Do you feel the sorrow i feel?
Is this pain the only thing that feels real?

 I feel no sorrow now,
I only feel hatered for the world somehow,
 How could you rape your granddaughters?
And Forget your own son, My father?!

 How could you do this to me?
The only way how i feel now is to bleed.
 I put no effort, no feeling, no thought,
In the war, 
 This battle in my heart
 
 How do you feel like today?
Is it easier to know that your safe?
 Outta jail they let you out,
Why so you can pay your road to hell?

 So i plant me a willow tree,
right above the grass,
 below the leaves.

 I lay here below this willow tree,
My only friend beside of me,
 The memories still remain, 
Alone,
 But it's better off this way


Details | I do not know? | |

The Hurt That I Often Feel

Yesterday, I thought I seen the back of your head,
I felt my mind shook as I started to dread,
That you were there,
But then I realized,
It wasn't you.
As I left the airport,
I got into a truck, that was just like yours,
Then all my emotional sores started hurting again.

And later on, after seeing,
That the friend I wanted to have all to myself in high school,
Already had someone to be best friends with,
I held back my tears,
And fear that maybe I'll never recover
From these emotional issues that seem to go on forever.

And I feel like I can't keep myself together...
Especially when I see two siblings who love one another,
Wishing my siblings were close to my age,
Then I wouldn't have ever felt like I was in a lonely cage,
Envying those who get to have a younger sibling jump into their arms,
Whenever I see them at school...

She always felt like a little sister for me,
I want to protect her,
But nowadays, I don't like the way she is some times,
And I feel confused, and lonelier when I see that she
Likes her other friends more than me.
Yet again, more envy, 
And I feel guilty realizing it's wrong for me to be jealous
In friendship...

I'll make sure our friendship never ends,
But I know that my loneliness will never disappear,
And I will never be able to reappear,
In school with her again, it hurts,
Especially when I don't have someone to share the suffering
Of high school work and gym.
I still feel hurt and sad, everything in elementary,
That made me glad will be pushed away,

And I'll probably feel alone everyday...
Just like the old days, when I cried at night...
And my alarm clock was my nightlight...
Now I need Him, to keep me safe,
And be my light,
Because the hurt that I often feel
Is an inner fight for life!


Details | Rhyme | |

KiddieKat Crawl

Pitter Patter kitty's natter,
meow on the wall
eight to go after the fall-
what a whisker risk-er!
And such a minxy tinker!
The paws at the door
straight to the cupboard crumb
sneaky biscuits for the tum,
and into the hall a cry "Mum!-
What's for dinner?"


Details | Verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Ray of Light

Ray of light Shining bright Help me feel Beyond the steel of the compassionless face Lacking grace Ray of light Ignite the flight of the innocent child Whose carefree wilds Embody the dreams of grown-up means Ray of light Hold him tight Embrace his laughter For ever after Promise his plight Will be made right Ray of light Help me fight Show me how To unfurrow his brow To contain the rage Help him better gage How to express Without excess His honest feelings; their true meanings Ray of light Bring to its height His true potential Its value; exponential Never again, shall he know The cruelty, others show Not understanding Why they were branding Him a freak


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Cottons Southern Man

More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started, 
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet  
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets 
of isolated votes packed together.

Is It Poetry


Details | Quatrain | |

What effect has envy on soul

Envy begets in the soul a want of charity for our neighbor
Produces a spirit of detraction
Backbiting and
Slander

11272011


Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


Details | Free verse | |

FORGIVING OPRAH

    Forgiving Oprah

Today I’m going to forgive Oprah
After twenty-five years
I am settling all of our differences
I had no right to expect her to be
A stimulus for Black progress
And though I would rather have seen
An Oprah University 
Or an Oprah Medical center
Instead of an Oprah magazine
Those were her billions
To spend anyway she chose
And it was selfish of me
To expect her to make Black life any better
Or even different
Just because Harriet Tubman did it
With no help from a single celebrity
Or Martin Luther King made us better
With little or no money
And no television show
But Black heroes are like space ships
They just appear once every twenty-five years
Out of the Blue
I apologize for thinking it was you


I forgive you Oprah
And I forgive you
Tyler Perry 
And Lebron
I forgive you too


Details | Free verse | |

A HARSH REALITY

Too many children have had to grow without ever having a parent to know.
Ran through the foster parent system,with no one ever asking them.
And what occurs when they get some bad ones,beatings,isolation,sexual assaults done.
Then growing up and living with what occured,their conscience telling them this is absurd.
So they go through life being afraid and believing that those who hurt them must be obeyed.
It truly is a sick circle they must live in,and how this affects others is truly a sin.
So we must try to get them through this and most times it will be hit and miss.
But someone must be there for them,to ask those crucial questions where and when.
For if they never release that pain inside,they will always surely run and hide.
So "PLEASE" dear LORD! Set there evil free,and when they've released their pain could we 
then work on me.


Details | Free verse | |

I'LL SMILE 4 U

Stroll through the Illest Empire
So much heat feeling like we’re living in the fire
But we’re living under fire
Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake
Its time for a break from sad eyes I’ve seen grown men cry
It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye
It’s the same reason why they died
Hearts just too full of pride
Mothers praying their young’n wont be a victim of a homicide
Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can’t call mine
Wishing we could turn back time
High off of nickels’ and dimes
Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope
But the hustle got us in a head choke
Don’t blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you
To watch our back and throw bows and cuss
Cause you got to be tough when times are rough
I know your asking when will enough be enough
And truth is I don’t know but this is how it goes down
But if I make it out will you smile for me now

So many families struggling with poverty
I don’t judge cause that use to be me
Watching mom come home late
Barley any food on our plate
So young and life we already hate
Praying God bring us something great
My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake
Knowing mom bust her ass to provide
But all your knock offs you begin to hide
Ashamed of what you own
I know how you feel I been there too
I see mothers walking there kids to school
And the walk is far when you cant afford a car
Mom hoping one day you’ll be a star
I know about being next to poor
Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store
Wishing you didn’t have to go through that living off of food stamps
Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we’ll all be free
So smile for you and me

Even 2pac said smile for me
This isn’t how its always going to be unless you let it be
In our different way we’re all a G
Cause we’re trying to make it straight legit
Whatever your hustle never quit but don’t lose yourself in it
Cause you still got a long ways to go
Still got a long time to grow
Use what you know to get by or you wont survive
Remember to always keep your dreams alive
Whatever it is just do it and never try
The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high
And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down
You’ll be able to come back around
So give yourself a chance
And I’ll smile for you now

JUNE ‘06
B.K.M.jr


Details | Rhyme | |

The Look On My Child's Face

The Look On My Child’s Face… Just yesterday I noticed a look of love on my child’s face. This happened in a most “ordinary place.” It was in our home...a place by God’s own design. I felt God speaking to my heart this particular time. I didn’t take any time to stop and realize, The look of love and innocence in my child’s eyes. “Am I being the kind of Dad God wants me to be?” “Am I being an example of Christ for my child to see?” Have I been demonstrating my God-given ability, teaching my kids God’s love, and responsibility? May a Christ-like life in my kids be clearly seen and understood, As one day they will grow into adulthood. I hope that one day my Children will say: “I want to be like my Dad- every single day!” By Jim Pemberton


Details | Narrative | |

All I Wanted

For years
I have always cried myself to sleep,
But that started after those bullies' words
Began to creep
Into my mind,
My optimism and happiness had become blind.
Making me think that I was always alone.
I seen how I was bratty and seemed to be happy,
But inside,
My inner sadness resides.
The tears that I cried
Were all about me wanting or needing
Someone to be by my side.
Every night
I wished for a less lonelier life.
Nobody could come over or sleep over sometimes
And I would be doing nothing
Except for thinking
About my life's meaning.
A close friend was all I've been asking for:
Someone who would talk to me everyday,
Even when the sky's grey.
Someone who would listen to me carefully
And comfort me later on in the day.
All I wanted
Was a true friend.


Details | I do not know? | |

World we live in

Down the street there was a man killed today,
In this house a little boy ran away,
A funny world we live in?

In this alley a gang raped a young teen,
Down this walk way,people never heard the scream,
A funny world we live in?

Under this cardboard a Vietnam vet sleeps,
Down this road a crazed killer creeps,
A funny world we live in?

In this bed a child is born this day,
Do you want him to grow in a world this way?
Not a funny world we live in?


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.


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What is the American Dream

I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free America, the place that I heard was the best place to be To live a better life to become better beings To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things The world tells us wealth and power is the number one But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run? What really is the American Dream? Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present? To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?” Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.” To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety No, this isn’t my American Dream The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor, We can never be content with just the objects of this world. True moments of happiness occur between family and friends To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation For this is my American Dream.


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Truth or Acting 10-13-08

im all alone...
yet i have a multitude of friends
and loved ones surrounding me...
its depressing, really,
the life i lead.
family fighting...
friends fighting...
everyone fighting...
they hide it all so well,
the pain they're always in.
the pain they've been in
for so long they don't remember the last time they
weren't. They're like actors
and actresses, the way they hide it so well...
unless you knew what they're
going through, it's like they're
leading perfect lives...but they
aren't. They once did but they don't now and probably never will...
it's depressing, really.
the life i lead.
the lives they lead.
depressing...


Details | Rhyme | |

A Child's Chance At Life

Long ago, a parent, could assume,
about a children's whereabouts, and they be right.
Now, in the new age, that were in, a parent,
not even once, can leave their child, out of sight.

All because precious, is no longer sacred,
a child is vulnerable, in so many, a degree.
For there, are predators, everywhere, you never know, 
whom they are, and where they might be. 

However, everywhere, a parent can't be, all the time,
instead must equip, a child with, the defense, to survive.
Teaching and preaching, to instill, in them, the truth,
so they won't be gullible, in believing, the alluring jive.

Then finally hoping, a chance is being given,
for that child, to truly, become an adult.
Because when innocence, from a child, is then taken,
their progress, goes to a screeching halt.


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OUR HOUSE MAID'S DAUGHTER

I looked one more time at the scar
on her pretty forehead.
Our house-maid’s sweet little daughter.
She is just four years old.

Endured many scares and black scars
along with mother, so bold
facing tantrums of sot-father.
She is just four years old.

Today came she with news to share.
With puerile fervor told
“Becomes bride my father’s sister!”
She is just four years old.

“He is as strong as a wild boar
good groom; not a drunkard.”
Shocked; saw those deeper inner scars.
She is just four years old.



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Time-Out

Punishing the children severely only reflects badly
on bad parenting skills,

First, they take away little treats, that the children
look forward to from week to week,

It is never a temporary adjustment but a power play
by the "Domestic Management",

When time-out turns into a disaster they cleverly go after
the bigger life events, such as parties and allowances in
small increments,

Time-out only serves selfish parents well, so they can  turn 
their children into drones while they buy and sell,

Yet, they complain when the little ones act detached and
surly,

They want to have all the fun while the little ones wait
indefinitely,

Time-out is cruel and unusual punishment that smashes their glee....


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Living Her Life

She sees the pains,
Which her native folk have gained.
She changed from a little girl
To someone who has always had the potential
To change her own little personal inner world.
As a child she never went through
What some other children of her people
Had went through themselves.

She used to never knew how the roots
Of all her people’s issues
Were and are so controversial.
Blessed was she, as a very young child,
For not knowing fully all the reasons why.

Blessed that she is and will always be
Full of feeling, and always quietly wondering “Why?”, 
Now she is filled with new knowledge and a developing sense of wisdom 
Within her own individual mind.
She is now what she had always
Envisioned and imagined before, since her elementary days.
She is (“I am...”) not entirely that same little girl anymore.
She is now one of the many of that particular kind.

Within her imagination is a longed 
Wanting of finally revealing 
The truths she has discovered and
How her people must change for the better.
Throughout her whole life, which she’s lived through so far,
She maintains a heart filled with feelings, 
A mind filled with knowledge
And a slight emotional immaturity as representation
That her inner child self is still alive on the inside.

Her inner and past child self (who was different from all the rest,
But was also similar to them when at their best).
Never truly knew how far she’d come in life.
(As of right now and forever into the future)
How she has grown and maintained herself
Is how she had made that (her) inner voice in her head and 
Had also long ago already acknowledged her true self.

She still stands in her own believing faith and faith in herself
And her lack of prejudice is what makes her naive thinking
Make her own days in her life far brighter than what others say
As they discourage her from doing 
Or trying to pursue something grand and part of a divine plan.
Even after times and tribulations involving doubting tremble.

Blessed she is for being so whole in her own presumed thoughts,
Blessed she is for logical thinking based on emotion and feelings.
Blessed she will always be, for Christ himself said to a woman
(who was suffering from something for more than 12 years), 
“Your faith is what made you whole.”
Now she thinks...
“Grateful and blessed I am, to the point of tears of joy and sorrow of how I used to doubt.
I now forever know what my life will be like beyond tomorrow.”


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The Gulshan Lake 2

The children of slum
Swim in the dirty water
Of the Gulshan lake!


Details | I do not know? | |

HISTORY OF THE PROTESTANT CANON 11022011

The difference in the Catholic 
Protestant Bibles arose in the following manner
The jews living in the few centuries before Christ 
Were divided into two groups

The Jews dwelling in Palestine, speaking Hebrew
And the large number of Jews scattered
Throughout the Roman Empire, speaking the Greek language
Consequence of the conquest of Alexander the Great of Greece



Details | Couplet | |

A Winters Walk

A winter’s walk may sound cold and unexciting.
Would you believe it can be so warm and inviting?
Indeed the beauty that is seen can warm you inside.
Not just the bright scene of snow, bringing pride.
Take the fresh smells that surround season’s glory.
Each step that you take brings forward a story.
Remembering childhood play, snowball fights you won.
Sled riding with friends to see who could be number one,
When your spirit and mind recalls adventures of past,
Angels shall fly overhead and fulfill your soul fast.
Let’s bundle ourselves go for a walk along this lane.
Knowing sweet hot cocoa waits, within our domain.


written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name A Winter Couplet  


my choice topic
2)a winter's walk
form
  Couplet--- Acrostic


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SMALL TOWN MEMORIES

Swimming in an outdoor pool, 
drinking from  a fountain,cool;

Swings and slides in childish fun ,
summer picnics in the sun;

A Sunday Brassband trumpet call,
in open spaces enjoyed by all;

Bowls and putting on the green,
in the Vale Park 'the 'place to be seen;

Leisurely strolls and chat,
forties style,now so very 'old hat'.


Details | Haiku | |

Children

Children are like boon
They give us hope to live long
They fulfill our dreams


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Winning Fairly

The judges took me to the side,
whispering softly “You've gotten them
all right, but you cannot win everything.
It isn't fair to the other children.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled on
my pigtails. If I had won them
all, I should get them all. Adults
are so silly in their concepts of fair.


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This Past Year


I think about this past year... It “came and went…” I wonder that kind of life have I really spent? It almost seems like yesterday that I was a young man… “I had the world in the palm of my hand.” I had many goals, ambitions and dreams. I wanted to enjoy life and do so many things. Looking back on time and how quickly it’s gone by. I gaze up into the beauty of the stars in the sky. As I get older and think about another “resolution.” I find myself with another problem with no “solution.” I think about a God... Who made all of this a possibility! He’s offered to me love, hope and tranquility! I’m going to make a new commitment this January 1st. No matter if things get better… Or things get worse… I’m going to give my life and family to God above. And ask him to bless our home with his mercy and love. I’m going to try to live for him the best way I know. And seek his blessings wherever I may go! I’m going to give to God a love and strong commitment. It’s only in him where I’ll find true fulfillment! There’s an important fact, I shall always remember… God is with me from January thru December! He will be there to guide each step that is taken! With him in my life… I’m never alone or forsaken! By Jim Pemberton


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Camping grounds

Here lay the cabins, neatly lined in a row. Here lies the forest, surrounding us head to toe as we roast marshmallows and giggle as we eat smores, telling old horror stories passed down from generation to generation. The camp bells blare early in the morning all around the camp grounds signaling us off into the lake, the lake, the lake, the lake. Sounding us off into the dazzling lake.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Stick It To Him { Footle } Light Poetry

Vampires
           Desires

                       Holy
                               Moley

                                              Beware
                                                         Out there

                                                                       Used stake 
                                                                                He's baked





Tribute To Halloween   
 [BOOOOOOOOO} LOL

Also Entry For 
Donna Golden's   Footle Fright


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Street Life Review

Heeding to the now time’s echoes of his life leaved events and experiences
To the whisperings of yesterday’s done deeds, past moments and deep sockets 
Sockets of paths he took, he took a sit on his rock chair with a frown facial 
gesture 
Gesture of heavy rage and suffering as if from the cup of the Lord he did share 

He took a sit down and engaged himself in mind conversations
Started envisaging about his impulsive past acts and thoughts from life 
temptations 
Then his long time heart-clinched goals and aspiration
Then realised the past acts were foolish and composed of idiotic actions
For the newly refined thoughts were futuristically bright with rationally cautions 

Rules and regulations he once followed are now borrowed by life’s incoherency 
Rules and regulations he once followed are now driven by the stream of life 
redundancy    
Rules and regulations he once followed are now soiled by deep dark soil of life’s 
disobediency 
“I was once a happy person” he said, 
At this instant his mind had become the most deepest ocean of thoughts,
With motion of arms folding whilst facially scowling and reminiscing of faults
“I once had a well of joy, now hell of toil has foiled my well

I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by times of fellowships
I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by stimulating relationships
I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by love affection and tenderly 
emotions    
I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by divine kinds of mentorships
I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by milk of love potions 
I thirst of then when thirst was quenched by bread out of no bin but flowing 
concoctions     

I feel gentle waves of winds sweeping over the floors of my soul
I feel tender waves of winds cleaning over my heart and soul
I feel mild waves of winds brushing over my mind and soul
I feel calm waves of winds has ultimately sanitized my system and gave me a 
new soul


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My baby

Don't listen to them, why should you care what they say?Hmm?
We will always love you, you know that.

They just don't understand you.
They don't matter.

Hush, don't cry.

My poor baby.
Why do they torment you so?

Shhhhhh.
Mummy's here.
It will be okay.



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Bullies

Invisible - Unwanted
Broken - Bruised

A life once so pure.

Now only full of fear.

Tunted - Teased
Hit - Aubsed

A life once so peaceful.
Now full of hate and anger.

Bullied by those who thought it'd be fun.
Chased by those who thought they could do anything.

A childs life, taken/stolen
Parents, never knowing of what's going on.

Until.

It's too late.


Details | Free verse | |

Illicit

Youth to deny
Wearing an illicit sign
To drink from her curious eyes
And ravish her tender mind
Her innocence stalks her


Details | I do not know? | |

Convinced of Our Goodness 11042011

I MYSELF AM CONVINCED ABOUT YOU
MY BROTHERS
THAT YOU YOURSELVES ARE FULL OF GOODNESS 15:14

THE APOSTLE PAUL had not met the Christians in Rome when he wrote to them
He must have been aware that they
Like all people
Had their faults and committed sins

Yet he says he knows there is goodness in them
Paul was a positive-minded missionary
That is one reason why he was so successful

We can choose to be faultfinding
Cynical
And berating of others by highlighting their faults
Like Paul, we can seek to find some goodness in them

I often recall the advice of the famous spiritual teacher
St. Francis de Sales
“If you must err, err on the side of gentleness”
I have not met most of you who are reading this 

But I believe you are striving to excel in holiness
Continue your efforts
Do not become discouraged
For I am convinced there much goodness in you

Readings and Gospel
Romans 15:14-21
Psalm 98:1-4
Luke 16:1-8


Details | I do not know? | |

Better Off Without Me

When I'm with one of you,
I just can't have one without the other.
I would love to laugh and have fun together.

But then I see,
That maybe
You two are better off without me.
Because I hear
That when I'm not there,
You agree on most things
And get along. Having fun
Like as if you don't really care
About anything else.

I'm starting to feel
That maybe you secretly hate me
And lie when you say I'm great
And I just don't fit to your appeal and ideals.
I'm sure neither of you felt this loneliness as long as I did
And I usually feel envy for friendships and siblings
That I often see.
You are lucky to be together...


Details | Rhyme | |

Stolen Innocence

Little girl with twinkling eyes,
Carries a smile so sweet so nice,
She hops and plays, dances and leaps,
But deep in her heart a burden heaps.

Little girl with innocent heart,
Carries a pain that tore her apart,
She knows no guilt, no shame, no fear,
her cries only the angels hear.

Little girl with a pure soul,
Carries an integrity that keeps her whole,
She faces the bullying, she faces the threat,
She accepts it as her mere fate.

Little girl with sealed lips,
wants maa-papa to know the secret she keeps,
She knows no white, she knows no black,
But she knows the beast that humanity lack.

The beast that abused her day and night,
The beast against whom she could never fight,
The beast who crossed the Satan's fence,
The beast who stole her innocence! 


Details | Ode | |

If only she could see

She's constantly a dreamer,
Fantasy is where she lives,
Reality is non existant to her,
If only she could see.
She only cares about superficial things,
Popularity is her sport,
Boyfriends are the cheerleaders,
If only she could see.
Her mind is put to waste,
A head as empty as a flower pot,
Education is lost on her,
If only she could see.
She makes fun of the "weirdos",
She cannot stand the "geeks",
But those "geeks" are worth knowing,
If only she could see.
The world is 3-D,
It has depth underneath,
There is beauty under the surface,
If only she could see.
Beauty is not just skin deep, 
It runss all the way through,
It's not just looks that matter,
It's how you think and see.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Matter Of Strength

If strength is only 
How well you hide the pain.
I must be truly strong spirited.

If thinking you want death
Is a matter of being gutsy enough,
Then those who're gone
Were even more strong

Rest in peace,
Yet what've they've done 
Shall forever haunt me...


Details | I do not know? | |

The Price of Faith 11122011

… WHAT YOUR CHILDREN MIGHT BE PRESERVED UNHARMED WISDOM 19:5

MY FATHER’S FAMILY left Russia in 1917
At the urging of their parish priest
“If you want to keep your children safe in the faith
Go to America!”

German-Speaking Russians
Soon afterward their 13 year old daughter
Margaret had been raised in the Church
The Family continued to trust in God

Today we honor St. Josaphat, patron of the Ukraine
He was a man who loved his country
Loved his Church even more
Speaking courageously about unity with Rome at a time of schism and division
His bold stand eventually cost him his life

St. Josaphat
Like Margaret’s family, reminds us 
That trust in God
Is the only source of true safety

Readings 
Gospel
Wisdom 18:14-16; 19:6-9 * Psalm 10:2-3, 36-37, 42-43
Luke 18:1-8


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Religious Freedom

The right of every man to follow his conscience 
In choosing and practicing his religion
Acknowledgement of religions are not saying
That all religions are equal or equally true

11302011


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Child's Play

As a child I held my head high;
But with ridicule I learn to feel shy
 Smothered with hostility I learn to fight.
I know what's wrong and what's right
(why do we live in the world of black and white)
Everyday I proclaim my uniqueness; is there really
justice and fairness
I have faith and that is my security
No matter what; I continue forward through adversity
They say children are the future of tomorrow
But adults is giving our future hatred, chaos, and mayhem that is deep in sorrow
As a child I live with shame
but I learn to be patient in Jesus name
I cry for help deep within
Everyday I live with criticism but I learn to condemn
I need encouragement to build my confidence
Teach me and show me, to use my common sense
Remember God put us here to give Him glory and praise everyday
It's no time for child's play


Details | Quatrain | |

Independent with People

We are independent with people on earth
Our mortal angels are always there to assist us
But, we can never be independent in everything
God is our everything

12132011


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CANON OF THE BIBLE 11022011

The Bible contains 72 books
(Or 73 depending whether Lamentations listed as a separate book
Not as a part of Jeremiah)
Varying length from a few hundred words to many thousands

Together, these books comprise the official list or canon of the Bible
These books
45 were written before Christ
Called the Old Testament

The other 27 books 
Were written after the time of Christ
Called the books of the
New Testament


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Is Jesus Christ more than one person and what do we mean by that

Jesus Christ is one in 3 Divine Persons
God the Father
God the Son and
God the Holy Spirit (Ghost)

11282011


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I Love You All

I love how you were my first friend
Right after I came into this world.
I love how you and I had fun
Until the end of our little childhood.

I love how you were another I’ve met,
Everything was good in those summers.
I love how you were like a brother,
Had often traveled to your home and we played.

I love how you were my second friend,
Someone who and I imagined together and communicated.
I love how you would allow me to come over,
And to even let me eat there for dinner.

I love how you were some other pal,
We enjoyed the company of each other.
I love how you and I were so young,
It was almost as if I were your role model.

I love how you were my third friend,
Truly was something wonderful we had.
I love how our bond once was,
Though no longer am I at all sad.

I love how you were all those cousins of mine
Were all young alongside me.
I love how you all made me feel happy,
Back in those days of my child identity.

I love how you were my fourth friend
Right after I reached out to yourself.
I love how I knew you at first seemed as lonely,
No matter how far apart, we have those memories.

I love how you were both born, my siblings.
Prayed for your births: to me that’s how it had to be.
I love how you turned to me for comfort and sleep,
Will always be there to care for you.

I love how you were my fifth friend,
Claimed to free me from what I’ve fought for so long.
I love how you gave me what I’ve sought,
Such fleeting evenings: our moments captivated me.

I love how you were all new people to talk to,
Every conversation helped me become who I am today.
I love how that no matter how I feel, I’m not alone,
Forever grateful for having others to talk to.

I love how you were all my other good buddies,
No life should be without friendly acquaintances.
I love how some of you are close to being my best friends,
You’re worth spending times with.

I love how you, my parents and grandparents,
Were there on my birthday: the sky was clear, sunshine.
I love how you, my family and friends,
Are all people I know and have raised me.

I love how there’s a number of people
I’ve known within my lifetime.
I love how there are those
Who still see me as I was and always will be.

I love how these people
Influenced parts of my personality.
I love how that no matter how I feel,
All those years were real.

I love how you all were there, but I feel alone now.
Every day’s not the same as it used to be.
I love how you’re also always around,
But now I’m strong enough to perceive even change...


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Be With Me

I am sorry
For my misery.
Yet now I feel that
Inner hope is still real
And I regret having all that sadness,
But now I've let it out
And without a doubt.

I now release my inner gladness.
For you all have been here
Inside my heart
And I now refuse to part
From the world.
Because no matter how
Much pain I go through
There's something left to gain
And no I won't let my past
Cause me anymore misery,
Because you will always
Be with me.


Details | I do not know? | |

Bitter Sea Spirit

A sea made up of a million tears...
Drowning whatever comes near
The forgotten and broken soul.
Bitter spirit
Pushing away
The ships of friendship and love
With waves of rage.
Erasing history
And throwing those into a cage,
To make them see how it feels
Being in such inner pain.
High tides flood the land
Never has the bitter sea spirit felt so grand
In destroying all those who had a hard time
Trying to understand.


Details | Quatrain | |

What does the name Christ signifies

The name Christ signifies Messias
The Great Prophet
High Priest and
King of the New Law anointed as a man with the fullness of divine power


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Still My Friend

You’re still my friend,
No matter how long it’s been.
You’ll always be a friend,
One who matters to the very end.

You were my friend,
For I remember you from back then.
You are my friend,
Now that you’re here again.

You’re a friend of mine,
One who makes things fine.
You are a friend I’ll always remember,
No matter where and when.


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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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I just Thought,

People may say that i am a spoiled little brat.
    Only becuase they see what they wan't to see.
   We all have been through things in our life time that we just want to forget, but we just can't  seem to forget.

My mom has put me through many things "but lets not say" in the past.  And i have learned from some of those things.  It made me a stronger person inside and outside. 

  I don't know my father at all. I wasn't even born when my mom was around him.
 But i have a loving family.

I would never change my past even if i had the chance.  Becuase if i did then i wouldn't be 
where i am now.

 People who are out there that are judging people based on how they act or look, are stupid. Wise up and grow up... 
Those people you judge have a GOOD reason for the way they look or act.
 And maybe they need some one there to talk to. To get things off their 
back.

                        Just like the saying. "Don't judge a book by it's cover"



*just something  that i had to say* :)comment if you have a thought (or fav poem if you like it)*


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What virtues are opposed to 7 Capital or Deadly Sins

Humility is opposed to Pride
Generosity to covetousness
Chastity to lust
Meekness to anger
Temperance to Gluttony
Love to envy and
Diligence to Sloth

11272011


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Soulful Cries

I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many men
The pungent smells of dirt, sweat and grime
Embed, in my senses
Their ghastly hot breathes; making me, want to puke!
Their hands, all over me
Constantly grabbing and groping me
Hollering and cheering each other on
Then, someone punches me
Someone, I cannot see
A large man’s hand, covers my nose and mouth
Muffling my soulful cries, terrifying, my insides!

I can’t breathe, now!

Many heavy handed blows, follow
In a blurry haze
I watch, my scarlet red blood splatter
Upon the snow white sheets, that surround
My sacred blood spilled
My salty tears mixed in with sticky men’s semen
My body, a raging torrent of scorching hot lava
Lulling into a translucent, entranced state
Surrendering, to the primal, animalistic frenzy
The men, taking what they want, anyway they want it
Devouring every morsel left ,of my weak and weary body
My body fighting, for its God given right
To live, now!
My life flashes before my eyes
The sounds around me begin to fade
My eyes glaze over, my body goes limp
My body betraying me, when I need her the most!
Silently, I pray for this is not my will, but their own
“Have mercy upon these souls” 
“Please forgive these men, as I do, now
“My love remains with you, heavenly Father”
Blackened tears of jet black mascara
Weave their way down
Through the bloody crevasses, of my black & blued skin
My body used up, a lifeless vessel, totally numb!
My innocence and dignity stripped!
No one, can save me, the worst is done!
Bashed, beaten, worn
I am nothing, no more...


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Fruits of the Holy Spirit


Love, Joy, Peace
Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Faithfulness
Gentleness and Self Control
Gal 5:22-23


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THE REDKNUCKLE STORYTELLER

Greetings from the RedKnuckle Storyteller,you may find he;s ann odd kind of feller.
Though he'll do his best to write from the heart,and what you don't like you may always tear 
apart.You see,this storyteller has lived an awful life.A life without family,children,a beautiful 
wife.Now some may say my poetry expresses my pain,others say it's a release in anger I 
gain.Personally I write about a society in grief,so many hurting with no sign of relief.I am so 
proud of every man,woman,child from these hoods,for when it comes to unity and strive they 
truly deliver the goods.With the streets getting younger every day,what's a careing man do 
but kneel down and pray.These are our children out there,so who's in charge to step up and 
care..It pains me, that i'm but a single voice heard.who's only given inspiration is sometimes 
a single word.Now go find a drink and a comfortable chair.For we are about to embark on a 
poetry journey where others would'nt dare.

Dedicated to all the missing Women in Vancouvers lower East end.

(MAY THEY NOT BE FORGOTTEN!)  PEACE AND LOVE... T.R.K S


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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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A Stranger's Handshake

The smell of smoke on his clothes.
The crack in his voice. 
The joy in his laugh.
The softness of his touch.
The clamor of his music.


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Memories

Memories haunt and yet they lead.
They help us to find our way.
Memories bring choices with comparisons made.
Memories lead to decisions as corners we turn.
But memories are fluid and change as life goes on.
We forget and discard what we don’t want.
Later we revisit and change images again.

Resentments change to love and care long lost.
Achievements verses what we gave up.
Even wrong can become trying to do right.
Other viewpoints open the older we become…
Then we revisit and memories change again.
Memories can be truth or lies, but they are always…
As fluid as the life from which they come.


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If I Could Change for a Day

If I could be someone else for a day,
I would have some int'resting things to say,
If I was Ghandi I'd say my protest will not sway,
Or rather I will stand in this street all day,
Or if I was Paul Allen I might say,
I'm tired of being in second everyday,
If I was Allen Iverson I'd say,
I'm just out here trying to get paid,
But now there is only one thing I can say,
Oh how I wish I could change for a day.


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The Cycle Lives On

A girl child is born given life brand new
To a mother so proud and a daddy too
Elsewhere mother gives a baby boy life
Daddy's not there he's at home with his wife
One day daddy's gone Baby girl wonders why
Baby boy hides his hunger so mommy don't cry
One mommy works from morning into the night
The other works streets sleeping thru daylight
Each mother making the best of her situation
Children denied mothers love and appreciation
Each child raise themselves all, alone
Kids with no childhood forced to be grown
A two parent love they'll never get to learn
15 years old to each others they will turn
Not knowing true love thinking theirs real
Only both parents love they sought to fulfill
A mother gives a girl life as they do a son
They're but babies, at 15 innocence gone
Reality of broken homes, the cycle lives on



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How were the merits of Jesus Christ applied to our souls

The merits of Jesus Christ are applied to our souls through the Sacraments
Especially Baptism
Penance
Which restore us to the friendship of God

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Hawaii Five-O

As a little boy
Hypnotized by gyrating
Hips and bare navel

As an adult man
Light-skinned exotic women
Always more preferred


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Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
My childhood home
Is cherished 

Memories filled with
Silver and gold
And sometimes pure cold.

No one told me
It would go with me
Where ever I go 

When I roam from
Town to town
I carry it with me

I open the door
Each night when
I go to sleep
And dream.

I can’t shake
What I learned
And what I didn’t 
Learn inside 
My honeycomb

I can’t stop
Moaning 
About that
Home.


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PURE FUN

Once upon a time of grand pleasure
There was a child with thoughts of pure fun
Days danced from one to another
How wonderful it felt to be young

To capture secret snow forts
on toboggans of imagination
To cross vast fishing streams
in the canoes of creation
To race through open fields
at the silent speed of light
To dig for buried treasure
and catch fireflies at night

Those places that we visited 
were at the heart of time and space
They may be gone at the present
Yet, they can never be erased

The ballgame in the corner lot
that spectacular catch you made
The birthday of your special gift
when all your wished were repaid

The years when certain music
was inspiring and brand new
When books became a vacation
getting lost with; "you know who."

Let's visit that time in the present
not retreat to the past
Let's do something that's pleasant
for life rushes by too fast

Now - is the time to discover
what a wonder life can be
Having pure fun with another
by releasing the child in; "me."


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Windows and Boxes

Then and now,
my favorite thing to do
has always been
looking through windows,
looking in boxes.

I can still recall
that day.
Ten years old,
my first Pokémon.

My friends were my Pokémon,
my emotions were calculated through damage multipliers.
It was the life.

Now, my old friends gather
dust
under my bed,
yet do not age.
But I have aged so much.

Stuck with humans present, I cry for those digital friends,
whom I could love without judgment,
whose overall reliability was a tangible number
in that Game Boy window,
where the only drama I felt
came in pixilated, perfectly perpendicular text boxes.

Humans are so flawed,
but not those Pocket Monsters,
whose margins of error were always measured
in a perfectly percentaged probability.


I know amazing people
who volunteer, serve, love.
they are deluded, imperfect.

I had a creature with low power, basic moves, and that always lost.
but It
was
perfection.


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Prayer for Parents

In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.  Amen…

Almighty and everlasting God
Who, in the secret counsels of Your ineffable (indescribable) Providence (Fate)
Have been pleased to call us into life by means of our parents
Who therefore partake of Your divine power in our regard
Mercifully hear the prayer of filial (familial)  affection
Which we offer to You
In behalf of those to whom You have given
A share of Your fatherly mercy
In order that they might lavish (produce in abundance) upon us
In our journey through life
The consoling gift of Your holy and generous love.
Dear Lord
Fill our parents with Your choicest blessings
Enrich their souls with Your holy grace
Grant that they may faithfully
Constantly guard that likeness to 

Your mystic marriage with Your Church,
You did imprint upon them on the day of their nuptials
Fill them with the spirit of holy fear
The beginning of wisdom
Continually move them to impart the same to their children
Such wise may they ever walk in the way of Your commandments
May their children be their joy in this earthly exile
Their crown of glory in their home in heaven
Finally, Lord God
Grant that both our father
Our mother may attain to extreme old age
Enjoy perpetual health in mind and body
May they deserve to sing
Your praises forever in our heavenly country in union with us
Their children
Giving You most hearty thanks
You have given upon them
In this valley of tears
The great gift of a share
In the light of Your infinite fruitfulness
And of Your divine fatherhood.

In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit
Amen


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NIGHT TERRORS

THE BOOGEYMAN WILL GET YOU-LOOK OUT!!
They have said that to me ever since I was a wee boy
Lurking under the sheets,in the closet,behind one's back
Especially at night when we are susceptible to  the vivid
imaginations of our peers' taunting ravings of Unmentionable
crawlers of the dark and fright
I would not sleep with the closet door half open to fill these
frightened pupils of what may hide behind
It would scare me out of my adolescent mind,to know that something
SINISTER would come from the shadows and SCARE me to death from behind
Every little boy or girl would be so sensitive to the Boogeymen stories that their 
elders or friends would tell them,how green and deathly evil their eyes can be 
when they look back at you.Is it purely imagination or something of a twisted and 
macabre sense of humor that our brothers and sisters would like to throw back 
at us..for kicks and thrills,Halloween night terrors of unimaginable thrills
When I was younger,the Man with a Forever Grin,would like to ridicule and 
terrorize me with his Devil-may-bite smile and assistant ghosties who would play 
along for the HELL of it.
I may be a grown man now,my friend,but whenever I pop a HALLOWEEN dvd in 
my player,the mind cannot help but recollect the pictures of Night Terrors that 
forever go bump in the night where I live..
I hope the same can be said of those same Vile screamers that terrorize us in 
the first place..give them a taste of their own WICKED medicine


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Everyday (I Push Myself Away)

Isolating my feelings of envy,
Locking myself away.
I apologize for being deep
Inside my mind everyday.
I'm not sure about what I should do
Whenever I'm tangled up with one of you.
Bored when there's nothing new to 
Say or to do.
Broken soul when I keep myself inside.
Inner mind is where I push back my bad feelings.
I must be crazy
By being bored of one friend and
Going over there one week later again.
I may become bored for a small amount of time,
But only those who have reached
My heart and soul
Are the ones I'll always like the most.


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What Is Broken (Still Has Beauty)

What is broken,
Still shines great beauty...
Whoever or whatever that reaches the inside of me,
Is a treasure worthy enough for me to forever hold...

When night comes,
My feelings and thoughts truly unfold...
During the darkest of my hours,
I unleash my expressive powers...

While the dawn hast come,
My energized mind numbs
For only a moment,
I will wait...

The sun rises
As the deepest gates of my imagination
Flood open and bring on the waves of emotion.
Winds of hope blow away my tears...

And the inner sea, in me,
Begins to shine colours,
From the bluest of all these days,
To the grayest of my depressed ways...

These gray waters...
Change into a glow of hopeful silver...
And at long last, I let go of the past,
As this sea is painted gold by the eternal sun...

I am saddened and gladdened, here and there...
Yet, whatever is broken...
Still shines great beauty...


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Reign

Voices Reign, 
Tall 
Short 
Skinny 
Fat 
Ugly 
Unwanted, 
She stands alone. 
In a mirror, 
She sees beauty. 
Here and now, 
She doesn't imagine the coke-bottle waist only attainable by purchase of the latest Barbie.
She sees beauty. 
Colors like the sun and the moon, 
The vast oceans to the unfathomable skies. 
Here in the mirror, she sees beauty. 
Until she opens her eyes, 
And voices reign.


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THE APOCRYPHA 11022011


Those books which were rejected by the Council of Hippo
Being non-biblical belong to what is called the Apocrypha
These books of the Bible
They are often well worth reading as they offer much historical information

Not otherwise available
However
Some of these stories
Slightly heretical tendencies

The Catholic use of the word “Apocrypha”
Defined aboveShould be distinguished from the incorrect Protestant use of the word
Protestants use this term to designate the seven books of the Bible included in the Catholic Bible canon

But not accepted or found in Protestant Bibles
These seven books are
Tobit, Judith, Wisdom, Sirach
1 and 2 Maccabees and parts of Esther and Daniel

Protestants call the books
Found in the Catholic
Apocrypha
The Pseudepigraphal books

Copyright, 2005, 2002, 1987 & 1981 BY DEVORE & SONS,INC.
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201
COPYRIGHT, 1970 BT CATHOLIC BIBLE PUBLISHERS
WICHITA, KANSAS 67201


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A Friendly Bishop

A friendly Bishop…
In Angel’s weary eyes lies 
The color of sin


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To walk out your door

It takes uncertainty, I know 
to walk out your door 
and walk through another that’s not yours 
Of course, there’s too a course 
that other, unfamiliar, shoes use 
There are signs and there are signs 
not always along the way 
There is opportunity 
there is stop’n wait’n see 
choices others can’t make 
You’ll find too, things that go wrong. . . far from the right 
Afternoon. . . turns to morning. . . skips to night 
There is certain to be a promise. . . a goal. . . a loss 
and love’s. . . not yet in the toss 
Advice listened, taken and given 
Too few things, too many things. . . you’ll come to know 
It takes certainty 
to walk out your door


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THE LITTLE KID

A handsome but tattered looking boy
Light complexioned kid
Innocently looking harmless
“My belle dey cry
Hungry dey kill me o
Make una settle me now
Wuse, one chance, one chance
Driver, wait make dem
Dash me money for food”
Echoed his voice to my ear

I was a morning passenger
In a rush to see a friend
Other passengers laughed it off
The kid is very funny
Morning comic relief they thought.

The little kid,
One out of many
A Non-Nigerian, Chadian origin
Oh! Oh! I see, they all said
But what about Nigerians
Don’t we beg too?

Poverty has only one name
Colour, age, sex, origin
Counts not here,
When it calls,
We answer the register in unison.

For many little kids
And many old ones out there
Time to stop begging beckons.


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What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world


Drunkenness
Dishonesty and
Impurity
They are therefore to be carefully avoided at all times

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Desperate

Sirens break the night
Shatter the silence apart
Rhythmic, melodic
My heart tears gently open
Please will you take me with you


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No treatise

Jesus didn’t come to earth
With a great treatise
Instead He took a little child
And humbly sat him on his knees

‘Unless you become
Like such as these-
My kingdom you won’t see!

Those born of my spirit
Are to be like the breeze
Uncomplicated
They simply- just believe

Oh ye of little faith-
Consider the lilies of the field
How they grow- all beautiful
And radiantly dressed

They did not toil or spin-
Yet Solomon in all his glory
Was never so beautifully arrayed
And in his wisdom
He could only cry-

‘This is what I have found-
Fear God – and keep His commandments-
For this is the whole duty of man’
Jesus says- seek first God’s kingdom,
and his righteousness; Then all these things
shall be added unto you.

Mathew 6:29 to 34
© Brenda V Northeast 21 Jan. 2012


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Moving On

I've already told you
Everything, and now I feel
That I have nothing else to bring
Out of my thoughts to you...
And gotta try,
To forget about you
And move on.
Because I am sick and tired
Of making myself cry.
All along,
My feelings have seen you as
An off and on love.
I will never think of you
As someone who was true...
I shall get rid of such a bond
I've grown to have with you...


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Jump Rope

Shannon,
I knew her in 
middle school
friends caught 
somewhere between
being children, pre-teen
adults.

We jumped with
a wooden handled rope 
across the stage
in Tom Sawyer.

1890's leather
and petticoats
galloping and swishing
against exposed 
pale thin knobbed
ankles.

Crossed stage right
to stage left,
cued when Tom and 
Becky kissed.
 
Growing shannon
learned to kiss dangerous
exciting men.

Coccaine and Vodka
replaced petticoats
and plays. I heard  
years later of the haunted
whispers of such a childs
fate.

Death stole her at the 
age of twenty after 
nightly slaps - screams
from one of her
immoral un-ingenues.

Shannon Stopped.
Stopped skipping, 
laughing, playing,
acting.

She hung herself from a 
rusty fire escape in a
little city alley with the 
same wooden handled 
jump rope at midnight
in march's icy rain.


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Yuppie Dragons and Paper Mountains

Climb mountains! 
Slay Dragons! 
That's what I did 
When I was a kid 
Now it's too much 
All this grownup stuff 
Amalgamations 
Corporations 
Business-like murder 
          under the guise of merger 
Micro-second chattel battles 
          waged on computer panels 
Flash before my eyes 
In a plate glass high-rise 

Now 

all my mountains are made of paper, and 
all my dragons wear ties


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A REVELATORY MESSAGE OF SALVATION

The Good News is for people
who have a sickness and need to be healed,
and healing starts with a reborn spirit,
but spiritual blindness won't make one look upward,
to ask for forgiveness and becoming whole;
the Good News can give you a new heart
with their revelatory message full of promise...
coming upon you form the Divine Source!



Who has the audacity to blame God
for not intervening in the world's affairs,
whose troubles are too numerous to mention?
Starvation causes incurable diseases,
bizarre and unrestrained sexual behavior kills;
state after state approves of the same sex marriage:
Sodom and Gomorrah lives on
with their merry-making mocking!  



And the same individuals who frequent
holy places, in which they worship their god with vain praises,
condone the filth and ugliness already tolerated by society,
making easier for them to express their sexuality
in offensive ways and disobey God's commandment;
two men taking the role of a lovable daddy,
and two women that of a devoted mommy?
Aren't they sending the wrong message to those tiny beings?



If men lay with men and women with women;
conception is denied the joy of blissful birth,
and the screams of babes, coming out of the belly, 
won't be heard anymore...what an awful pity
for children not to have mom's and dad's affection: 
to live a normal childhood on this beautiful earth!
O lost and uncaring people, receive and hear with elation,
the Good News with their revelatory message of salvation!
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Knock It Down

down down down, knock it down to the basement 
blowing stuff up for a book never made sense 
the books were made, we've been screwed since
religion should be talked about in past tense
hence, the age of ignorance is over 
ill put the burdens of the weak on my shoulders
its a heavy weight to carry 
but death is a women i would gladly marry 
if it means i could stop the torment and destruction 
of our youth, they don't deserve to be corrupted
the mind is pure, void of superstition 
don't transmit unto your loved one your condition 
let them grow up, and make their own decision 
because i know if you did they would never choose the same path 
they would figure out the simple math  
they would never be so arrogant
to believe this world was heaven sent 
and was made with them in mind
they would reject any mention of a being divine 
only wealth and religion can cause a man to be so vain 
eternity, what is there to gain 
is this life and this world not enough for you 
you need another, and another, and another too
it is sad to see you wasting the only life you have 
don't let your children fall victim to the same fad


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I Found You

Those nights I have cried in,
Disappeared when I put you 
Inside a special place in my mind.
No matter how far apart,
We'll always meet again at a new start.

I felt guilty for letting you go
And for letting one of my most precious friendships
Fall apart...
I felt sad on some nights,
Until you brought back out friendship's bright light.

Tears and fears have once ruled my life,
But then I found you again,
My friend...


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Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree





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Passion

Latin passio = sickness
Suffering
Term originating Christ’s Suffering

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A Boy in A Picture

A picture on a cluttered dresser without a frame;
No one seems to remember his name. 
Swept with the dust under the rug;
To ask of him would be met with a shrug.

As insignificant  as an empty corner chair;
Never included in a single prayer.
Much of his life is met with indifference;
More than not an annoying presence.

Never really given a fair chance;
He abandons goodness as an alliance.
And learns early all about stealing,
Joining gangs, and drug dealing.

Where is the failure, who is to blame?
Should not society bear the  shame?
He belongs only where his morals are scarred,
And the law is held in disregard.

That picture will not be the last of him taken,
Bur none by those of which he was forsaken.
We may hear of his story and the time he serves,
And dismiss his fate as what he deserves.










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Sisters

A rose that stands in the wind.
Strong & Small,
With sister who is tall.
Red & Blue, each of them true,
To each other.
They love one another.


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Fleeting Emotions

My friendship is beyond 
The clouds of loneliness.
It's beautifully bright rays
Rarely breaks through them.
When it does, my Gemini emotions
Are uplifted.
Was born on a sunny day,
Yet I experience all this raining pain
Throughout my life...
Times I now spend with friends are fleeting,
But the bonds are everlasting.


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BIBLE BOOKS ELIMINATED BY THE JEWS 11022011

The application of these arbitrary criteria 
Eliminated Judith probably written in Aramic
Wisdom and 2 Maccabees
Written in Greek

Tobit and parts of Daniel and Esther
Written in Aramaic 
Probably outside of Palestine
Baruch, written outside of Palestine

Sirach and Maccabees 1
Written after the time of Ezra
By the 1st Century after Christ
This revised canon was generally accepted by all Jews


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Young and Old, Children and Adults.

I watch the children as they play
They laugh 
and smile, thinking 
everything is okay
But in there feeble little minds
Hidden behind bright young eyes
They know, to the world there nothing but a child
The world dosen't know
The world dosen't care
There just another face
With a number and a name
Inside, they grow old
Tired and misserable
Sick and cold
Wishing something good would happen
But knowing that it won't
Outside there still young
Knowing nothing of the world
And the evil people it holds
Old replaces the young
Now these children are adults
Frowns and sunken eyes
They never seem to smile
All they seem to do is cry
When money isn't right
When life turns into a job
The only time they smile
Is when they finally die.

End


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Toy Houses

Keeping and making friends
Isn’t easy as it seems,
When you’re in a place
That’s supposed to hold
The best few years of
Your time amidst society.

Everyone’s naturally
Holding their own individuality,
Most people seem so easily
Associating themselves with
Those whom they feel similarly.

In my current time of life
It feels like the simplicity
Of imagining and playing
With fellow children
Is now distantly forgotten
And left behind in our minds.

Yet even back then,
It was like as if I’ve always
Been in my head, 
Thinking all the same, but differently.
Back then, I felt as if
I could be with many
Who appreciate me for being me.

Walking around alone
Isn’t as easy as it seems to feel,
Thinking “If only we could naively
See through the walls that hide what’s real.
Oh the walls we’ve grown into having.”

The concept of socializing
Is not built like different toy houses
With open walls too see into each one.
The basic aspects of adolescence
Have never been easy.

So as a child at heart I am
Isolated, but always quietly wide open.
Waiting for friends 
Who want to befriend me.


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Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary

Angel Gabriel sent from God the Eternal Father
The virgin’s name was Mary
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you
The angel said to her “Do not be afraid Mary”

“You have found favor with God”
“You will conceive in your womb and bear a son”
“You shall name Him Jesus”
He will be great and son of the most High

Of His kingdom, there will be no end
Mary said to angel
How can this be
Since I have no relations with a man

The Holy Spirit will come upon you
The power of the most High will overshadow you
I am the handmaid of the Lord
Be it done to me according to your word

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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


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What effects of Anger in our soul

Anger begets in our souls impatience
Hatred
Irreverence
And too often habit of cursing


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The Children Outside The Window

As I look out the window
to see the children play.
I thank God above
for allowing me this day. 

The laughter rings so loud
with smiles upon their face.
Stress is no where found
they found the perfect place. 

You can see the happiness
it shows deep in their eyes.
I wish I could join them
I'd need a good disguise.

Both little boys and girls
of every race and creed.
All of them together
each helping to succeed.

No hostilities can be found
as they play there for hours.
Upon the grassy fields
beside my favorite flowers.

As I watch the children play
I feel like I've been blessed.
While watching them at play
will never leave me depressed. 


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Gleams Of Hope

Always feeling such inner hurt,
My heart just feels so insecure in the night.
But there is always a light
Guiding me through my lonely days.
Sometimes I find life so unfair,
Yet some days I don't really care...

Seems like I always try different ways to express my feelings
Then I start retrieving truths I possibly never wanted to hear
And then I break down spiritually.
I hide my negativity and believe I can make it through
On my own.

Thoughts from the dark
Leave me with a lonely soul.
Ready to take the toll
Of thoughts that merged into my mind.
On optimistic days I believe I have the potential
To be successful
And that all my lonely and stressful years
Will be worth going through.

"Everyone who wants to disappear,
Look inside
And search for the light that resides...
There you will find
That you must stay true to yourself,
And try your hardest to harness your dreams...
Because the sadness and darkness in your mind
Are only gleams of what you'll really find 
(Hope is the key)..."


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Story of a Child

A little girl walked to school one day to find her friends already playing. She stood 
wordlessly, and watch them pass a ball about. They ran and frolicked, and 
jumped with glee. With out even a word passed her way. As silently as she came 
she turned and left. 
In the school she went down turning halls, and up twisting stairs. To the highest 
point she could find. Here she sat near a window facing her friends down below. 
She removed a book from her bag. Its cover was black, and lacked a title. She 
opened it, its pages were blank, and began to write a story. 
Many years came, and passed, her friends had all gone on to different schools. 
Some stayed in contact with one another, but as they grew so did the distance 
between them. The friendship that had meant so much years ago, had all but 
vanished, But the little girl always remained.
One day a teacher approached the little girl, and asked her why she wasn’t 
playing outside with her friends. The little girl dropped her pencil, and looked up 
at the teacher with a smile. 
The unity between friends will never last, but in my story it can last forever. 
The little girl picked her pencil up, and began to write once more. The teacher 
walked off still astonished to hear such words from a child. She was almost out 
the room when she turned, and faced the little girl. 
Your right friendship doesn’t last, but it will also never die. For every persons life 
you touch a part of them you take as they take a part of you. New friends will 
come, old ones will leave, but that part will always be yours. Yours to keep, it 
helps unite us, it helps make us one. 
The little girl closed her book, and then she vanished. The teacher walked closer 
to the desk, but found only dust. The book still laid atop the desk. The teacher 
picked it up, and began to read its story. She cried while reading, she cried at the 
end. The story of a child who’s life had come to an end. 


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).


Details | Epic | |

At First I Thought

At first I thought the pain was brought on by the wounds I inflict.
But with every cut I knew. 		
With every cut I felt. 
And with every cut I understood. 
The pain is not brought on by the wound, for the pain has always been there. 
Seeded by those who sought to hurt me. 
And now I know, something much more. 
Something that cant be told, but felt. 
I’ll make them understand. 
I’ll make them feel.
And when im done, they’ll wish they were dead.


Details | I do not know? | |

Free Of Those Feelings

Jealousy was deep
Within my heart,
But it had always kept me 
In a prison of despairing
And deluding thoughts.

Free of such feelings,
I now see how jealousy only increases
Questions of confusion,
It never brings joyful endings.


Details | Quatrain | |

What effect has Lust on our souls

Lust begets in our souls a distate for holy things
Perverted conscience
Hatred of God
Frequently leads to complete loss of faith


Details | I do not know? | |

Reminisce

I remember when I was verbally bullied,
I would not tell my parents or teacher 
Of what was happening.
I would only take it all in solitary stride,
I remember always feeling 
Both sad and happy in being alone.

I think about it now,
I realize the reasons why I was bullied, why
I was resentful of those who done so to me.
I realize how silly it all was as a whole. 

I notice how it seems to be my fault,
I rejected their offers for friendship.
I still think I was right,
I intuitively knew of their potential two-faced sides.

I have had friends long before then.
I unwillingly moved elsewhere 
(Away from mine friends back then).
I seem to have lost them 
For as long as I shall continue to live.
I eventually had no one 
But [one] older and [some] younger cousins.

I remember when I was my parents' only beloved little one.
I would have everything a child wanted and needed.
I realized my parents often never played with me,
I have come to feel
They were never a good refuge for my feelings anyway.

I see how I've changed from a beloved child 
To now this lonely soul.
I notice how everybody else eventually changes.
I have had good few friends 
In these passing recent years of youth.
I have taken the toll that life has had in place for me.

I reminisce it all now,
I felt so alone, still feel so alone.
I remember my pain, I remember my joys,
I still console myself alone.

I notice how everything is not the same,
I realize the happier days of my past cannot repeat.
I know even if they did then I would face it all again.
I forever now accept it all to be an essential part of me.


Details | Rhyme | |

FAMILY

We all grow up normal
Our differences hidden by being formal
Mum and dad love me
However they may be
I refuse to comply to the evil regime
Mother continues to scheme
To bow and submit
Is to live a life of hopeless s..t
Stand up to the abuser
And become an inheritance loser
The illusive dream of independence makes me sob
Too damaged to hold down a job
It hurts to accept money from a criminal
I try to keep it minimal
A lifetime of squashed emotions
Can’t be fixed by lotions
Mental abuse is a crime
Parents can be bad, are mine?
It all comes together
Here comes the stormy weather
No more taboo
I can stand up to you
You can’t hurt me any more
Your abuse even starts to bore


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

Those Were The Days

with muse in hand
I'll take you on a walk to remember

do you remember 
when you used to be able to 
keep your windows and doors unlocked
and got to enjoy the night breeze's while you slept

do you remember
when you were able to
walk to your local corner store
and not get jacked

do you remember
when soda and cigarettes
were 50 cents a pack and 25 cents a can
and suddenly you had friends
you've never knew you had before

do you remember
when you could ride a city bus for a dime 
and go downtown and look at christmas displays
without getting knocked off feet

do you remember
when gas was only a nickle a gallon
so family's could take a nice
summer vaction without noise and traffic

do you remember
when kids walked to school safely
and never had to worry
who was lurking behind them

do you remember
sitting at the soda shopp
just dancing and twisting
the night away without having rumbles

do you remember
when boys were boys
and girls were girls
well on this walk to remember
I'm sure there still out there
but got lost along the way



Tribute To Youth
And The Oldies


Also Entry For
Constance La France's
A Walk To Remember Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Die

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Will power...

Crumbles just like a flower.

Left in pain and agony for all to see.

That someone could lack so much care.

It's hard to even take a breath of air.

Will power...

 

My father whispered the word in my ear...

Die!

All of a sudden life turned into great fear.

Die!

Such an awful sounding word.

Die!

Makes me think we live in an awful world.

 

Plaguing my mind with intruding thoughts of death.

Maybe this will be my last breath.

Insanity is the only thing left.

With decades of torture and silence.

The only thing left to do is die!


Details | Rhyme | |

At War with Himself

His screams are deafening, but his smile warms me from head to toe
He’s in constant battle with himself.  Why can’t he let it go?
What torments his mind would leave you asking, what’s the big deal?
But to him, these struggles are all too real

“We’re out of waffles,” “we missed the bus,”
“Our plans have changed”; it all causes a fuss.
“You lied!” he yells and he believes it to be true.
To him, everything is black and white, as simple as 1+1 = 2
 
For him, plans don’t change.  Instead they were never to be.
He blames others for allowing the changes to happen, because he’s unable to see,
that some things are out of our control, no matter how much we prepare.
Does he not realize all the factors that contribute or does he just not care?

He sees things much differently than you and I
This can be a glorious thing, but it can also make me want to cry
He has such an amazing eye for detail and it shows in his artwork
But if things don’t go his way he can be an incredible jerk

I remind myself that he can’t help the way he reacts
He has ADHD and Anxiety Disorder; these are the facts
His outbursts drain me; in body and mind
And leave his little brother crying, “Can we rewind?”

It breaks my heart that I can’t do more.  
He’s a brilliant little boy, but his brain is at war.  
He worries more than any parent would.  
I wish there was a way to make him see that stressing doesn’t do any good.

He’s constantly working things out in his head.
Which makes it quite a challenge to get him to go to bed.
Unable to sit through a movie without multiple discussions about it,
His topics twist and turn, spanning the gamut.

He calls himself stupid, even threatens suicide.
His inner battles not only cause explosions, they also make him want to hide.
Fear of embarrassment and exile help him to contain his explosions at school.
But in the safety of his home, he has no concerns of acting the fool.

What I can provide him are boundaries, love, and support.
I need to maintain my patience and prevent my fuse from becoming short.
“Try Harder” is not an expression I frequent.
He’s trying as hard as he can to be decent.

Instead we have an agreement that we’re both allowed to make mistakes.
As long as we apologize and continue to try, growth can never come too late.


Details | Rhyme | |

try being me

I hear these stories about stress and strife
But I invite everyone to live my life
Women go crazy and murder those kids 
Life throws curves and they are on the skids
They rely on men and cry when they are alone
To drugs and alcohol they are prone
To numb the pain and the memories
But leave the children alone I beg you please
They can't speak up for themselves you see
It hurts to acknowledge, cause it used to be me
Who cried at night for my Mom and Dad
Whose birthday every year was lonely and sad
So to all of those people who let their minds go
Step into my memory and enjoy the damn show
Everyone has thoughts this much is true
But how would you like me to hurt you?
To gain your trust then push you back down
To always turn a smile into a frown
Watch the news and everyone will see
How truly tough it is trying to be me


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Life Long Fool

When I was just young,
I had only time,
Hardly even friends,
No love of myself
It did not matter,

Young and so dumb,
Remembering,
Had no details
Never needed,

Then I changed,
Thinking old,
But still young,

Ageless
So old,

Rash 


Details | I do not know? | |

Conformism of Society

We’re surrounded in a world of popularity vampires.
Overwhelmed by their petty wants and false needs.
Living in a society designed for perfection propaganda.
Secretly devising a way to beat the odds of change.
Forever trying to pass the heart wrenching days with substance.
Drilled into our very brains that every rampant thought is sin.
Gone are the notions of individuality,
The vanishing ideas of self esteem.
Broken hearts and minds tearing themselves apart to serenades of forced conformism.
Beauty within trashed in regards to ideals of false perfection.


Details | Rhyme | |

Justified

Their actions have their consequences,
Why bother putting up my defenses?
It won’t make me feel better, even if I cried…
But God will keep me justified.

I ignore their jokes and take no action,
Why should I give them the satisfaction?
They may weaken my strength or injure my pride…
But God will keep me justified.

They never show remorse for the things they say,
Why should I take offense to their ignorance anyway?
They don’t know how I feel, so melancholy inside…
But God will keep me justified.

No matter how hard I try to ignore it, I can’t block it out of my mind,
Their cruelty replays itself over in my head, as if it’s on rewind,
They make me want to disappear, I want to run and hide,
But God will keep me justified.

Their taunting only proves that they don’t respect me,
Why should I take it personally when I know it doesn’t reflect me?
Although I want to punish them, I just let it slide…
But God will keep me justified.

They got out of control this time,
And now they have to pay for their crime,
No longer will I let this be…my justice will not be denied…
God will keep me justified

They say they’re sorry…I wonder if they meant it?
It doesn’t matter anyway…they’ll still have to repent it,
One day they’ll have to see the truth and open their eyes wide….
Either way…God kept me justified.


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 | I do not know? | |

No To Drugs!

No Drugs For Me


I saw this boy walking down the street,

with the coolest trainers on his feet,

he said "hey geezer in the baseball cap,

sort me out a tenner rap!"

"Listen up and you'll be fine, 

there's this new stuff in that'll blow your mind,

it'll make you feel you're in ecstasy,

you must of heard it, they call it an 'E'?

It does loads of cushty things to you,

makes you have hallucinations too,

but then you'll spin out 'n' fall on your head,

next thing you know, you're in hospital DEAD!"

"No way man, no more drugs for me,

there's a lot more to life than L.S.D,

forget about that tenner rap,

I'm staying away from all that crap!"

 
Written for my English homework (saying no to drugs). Aged 13 years


Details | I do not know? | |

For You

The day I met you,
I at first saw you as strange.
But then, later in time,
I realized that it's just your disguise.

I never felt so lucky
Before you said you loved me.
There aren't many guys in the world
Who don't despise looks.
Yet you are the one who seems the most true.

Maybe deep down, I love you too...
And I'm not sure why
I stopped you from suicide.

I guess I just want others to follow
The guiding light that always helped me through.
Although I think that,
You say that I'm probably in love with you.

If that is really true,
Then I can't handle hearing your voice,
Life as if your feelings for me
Are forcing me to love you without a choice.
I can't even handle such love,
At least not yet.

For now I just want to keep my bets of me
Finding another person.
And I don't find anyone like you,
Then I'll become yours
Just for you...


Details | I do not know? | |

Mixed Feelings

What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.

This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to understand me,
I try to tell what''s bottled up inside
And try to put it under a spell,

Even if I do, I''ll go through such inner pain again & again.
For without it or the other way,
My soul won''t live happily
Or won''t be able to change...

My days will always have colours,
For grey shall be in the night,
Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight...
Oh it is my hate and love,
It is my grief and happiness,
It is both worthful
And worthless...
I can never decide
Because the pain will always reside.


Details | I do not know? | |

Farewell For A While

Feels limiting living in a small place...
I retrace all my sorrows and joys
In a region I’ve personally proclaimed as my home.
Within my mind is only a dream of another place.
Another desire and wish of mine is to be set free.
I am sorry, but I must leave... My mind shall turn into a fixated set of 
Feelings of missing of my young prayed-for angels
(My baby brother and my little sister).
Farewell for a while, my friends,
For I will go onto a journey (alone or not alone, doesn’t matter).
As I keep this decision (to be true to myself and honest of myself),
I shall be able to continue my very own life with precision.
So farewell and be glad for yourselves, 
Even when everything feels out of your own range,
Please remember how I perceived life through
Changings of thinking and changes of maturing mind.


Details | Quatrain | |

How long did Father Christ lived on earth

Father Christ lived on earth for about 33 years
Most holy life 
Poverty 
Suffering

11282011/5042013


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Flight of Fancy

We were lionhearted
We imagined bullets, pinecones
Swords, sticks
We couldn't be cut
By any sharpened edge
We were invulnerable
Our heels wrapped in Nikes
Climbing hills, Everest
No concern for when
We will talk about-
"When we were young"
Only concern
For our King's men dying
And the fair lady weeping

www.nostroviatowriting.com


Details | Tanka | |

Abandoned Children (besprizorniki )

besprizorniki 

roaming the streets of Russia 

no mamas to love 

bereft of humanity 

a million beating hearts sigh


Details | Elegy | |

Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture


Details | Quatrain | |

Things necessary to make sins mortal

Three things are necessary to make a sin mortal
A grievous matter
Sufficient reflection
And dull consent of the will


Details | Free verse | |

Remember

Remember....... 
when a flower blooms from the spring grass
when the wind whistles from the crack of the air
when the birds whistles that spring is here
when you fell in love for the first time
when the first snow fall in december
when life wasn't so hard
when you were a little kid

Remember when you learned to......
tie your shoes
ride your first bike
the alphabet
count from 1 to 100
work
make friends
love
rely 
understand
make the right choices
but the memory we learned with us all the time
was learning to Remember


Details | Cowboy | |

The Roy Rogers Range

Oh, I wish that this old world
Was like the Roy Rogers’ range—
Where every boy and girl
Didn’t have to view folks strange.

It used to be safe outside—
All the children could go play—
But now they worry and hide
In their homes both night and day.

Seems there’s just too many ways
That our kids can now be harmed—
They’ve missed their innocent days—
Their lives are no longer charmed. 

We played all day with no care—
Didn’t know ‘bout an upper—
Ball games left no time to spare,
Till mom’s called us to supper.

Yes, those were different times, 
When sex was not all we thought—
And news was not just more crimes—
What kind of world have we got?

I wish we could relive days
When Roy Rogers kept us straight—
Before things became a maze
Of drugs, thugs and war and hate.    

I wish we did not grow up
To a world that’s now so strange—
And death drank not of our cup,
Like on a Roy Rogers’ range. 


Details | Rhyme | |

Papa Says Yes Mama Says No

Papa says yes
Mama says no

Off to a dance
I want to go

Flowers in my hair
Mama says Girl don't you dare

Horn's just a blaring
Papa not even caring

Begging dear mama
Please Please can I go hah hah

If your papa says yes
Then I must confess

Your mama says no
But This time I'll let you go

Be home by eleven
My little princess from Heaven

For if you come in late
Your papa is going to kill that date


         To My
         Jenny




Tribute To 
Teenage Dating


Remember Kiddies
Were always watching LOL


Details | Quatrain | |

What is Sloth

Sloth is laziness of mind and
Body
Through which we neglect our duties
On account on the labor they require

11272011


Details | I do not know? | |

My True Friends

Since the day I was born
You were always my friend,
And I'm sure we'll be friends until the end.
I'm not sure what I would be doing without you...

My dearest friend,
We always come back together in a happy end.
I have always loved you as a best friend.
And I am glad I reunited with you again.

When I met you, my wonderful friend,
I slowly began realizing
What makes a true friendship...

It's not always about what me
And my friend have in common,
So I must always try to stick to them thick and through.
But when I do stop being around
Someone because I'm not being true,
It seems that my bonds become deeper
And the matter of the smallest differences
And the past are steeper.

Meaning that we don't need to walk down those steep stairs,
Where we went different paths,
But it seems that no matter which way I go
I always end up with being one of you again.
My true friends, I want to forever sustain our friendships.


Details | I do not know? | |

black mold

a hint of lime
brings back the time
when we were young and stupid
we loved like children
in the rain
i wish we only knew it
we walked for miles on 
eighty proof spiced rum
we found no answers
the shag green carpet 
told the truth about alien landers

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers

well we slept above the cigarette store
all on separate couches
we ran a tab
for beer and cigs
and hit four hundred dollars
bored to death
but still alive
we drove right out of town
chris got pulled over
and a dui
and then my car broke down

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers

brent and i stayed in a room
that rented by the hour
drank Robitussin 
and each other in 
and we waited for my brother
chris showed up at ten am
he spent the night in a cell
jeff showed up and took us home 
and we drank til we felt well

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers


Details | I do not know? | |

Friendship Brings Sunshine

You know, when the sky is grey,
You should go somewhere today
And bring the sunshine by going for a bike ride
To a friend's house.

If it rains as you're riding in exhaustion and pain,
Don't slow down,
Cause at the end there's happiness to gain.

Laughing with a friend or two,
Is perfect for the things around you.
Having fun will make the sun
Bring a line along those clouds.

Then it'll shine through.
This all happens because of that mood.
Friendship will always bring a rope to cheerfulness.

And I truly agree,
Because this often happens to me.


Details | Lanterne | |

T-Ball Madness

.                   T-Ball Madness

.                         Crazed!
                          Parents.
                         Psychosis.
                  Starts with rampant.
                           Taunts!

          © Name Withheld for the Contest
                   February 14, 2010


Details | I do not know? | |

Monotheism

From Greek monos = only and
Teos = doctrine about the existence of only one God
The teaching that God is unique, absolute
The ultimate ground of everything
Monotheistic religions are Judaism, Christianity and Islam

11302011


Details | I do not know? | |

Given So Much

Given so much to others in my life...
Written sincerities to my friends.
Forgiveness of their mistakes and
For those who once hurt me verbally.
Many times I have generously given
A dollar to those in need of it...

No returning owe to pay, they forget,
Yet I still remain generous and gracious.
I'd give my life for all my friends
If I could and ever have such a chance.
They my friends have not been with me
For as many times as they've been with each other.

My life journey though
Is of self-reliance...
My mind is of sincerity
And generosity.
I give so much...
Even though they rarely do the same,
I continue to this strong
Sense and feeling of loyalty anyway.


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Generation WHY?

(This poem was in no way written in my feelings I was thinking about how the 
children that perform these acts of violence in todays society may fee being an 
outcast myself I understand some emotions that can be caused by cruel youth 
however no child deserve this)

I forgot my books today but remembered my gun,
   Not thinking twice about taking your son,
I am tired of being the outcast  the pain followed by giggles at my expense,
  Now they'll know why in my head this makes sense.
My incurable feelings incurable thoughts,
  My custody fighting parents and the gun they bought.
The top shelf in the closet buried deep within a box,
  Along with the despair as classmates words bruise like rocks.
You could blame parents, the media, the music, politics, the walls,
  But on this day I am blaming the kids falling in the halls.
Inside I scream for help but only laughter answers my cries,
  Darkness inside can be seen in my eyes.
My should understands that this is sadistic,
  Now your children are becoming a statistic.
No one will win this popularity contest,
  as there is only grieving parents left to contest.
Last generation listed as X, 
  This one is whY no room to express.
My final note written in a shaking hand,
  Will Death be forgotten in time with sand?


Details | Free verse | |

The Outcast-

Long blonde hair
A pageant queen beauty 
On stage she smiles
Yet-
Inside, she's brooding.

Girl in the hallway
Glasses an inch thick
Smart as Einstein
But-
Lacking true spirit.

Young woman there
Hair black as night
Nails used for earrings
Still-
No one would ever know 
she cries, every night.

Little miss popular,
Big breasts, perfect skin
Who gets all the guys
Never letting on that 
She isn't that happy 
And-
She tells them all lies.

Rich little daddy's girl
Drives up in the Benz
No one knows she sits 
Lonely on holidays
With no food and no gifts
Just the maid and some gin.

Labels we see... never
Looking beyond.
We place them on each
We laugh, we torture,
Then.....
we turn the other cheek.

It doesn't really matter
if you are rich or you're poor
The loneliness, it isn't picky
Or discriminate
Because of our decor.

We are all the same inside
Girl afraid, woman trying.

Hearts beating heavily
While our souls
continue crying.

I just wish one day

We all could just 
Stop.
Stop the hurting.

So my advice is simply this:

If you see someone you think,
Looks like an outcast to you
Please remember to give a smile
Because one day that girl.....

{On the stage, in the corner
With the glasses, or the fancy ride
Black nails, heartbreaker or the liar}





Could be you.





Wouldn't you want someone to

See the outcast girl too?





-This was inspired by my teen daughter who at the moment, feels
like the outcast-


Details | Senryu | |

Clinical Child Care

Lucky Preschoolers
Government sanctioned murder
Abortion clinics

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


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Blinded

The birds sing on the fence posts,
The rabbit scoots through the grass,
The water shoots from the fountain,
And the wine is poured in the glass.

The cars go down the freeway,
And the planes fly up in the sky,
The trains travel down the tracks,
And I sit and watch them go by.

The workers travel to work each day,
As they take those black ribbons of road,
And the truckers leave home for weeks,
And safely deliver each load.

I sit here and watch,
This never ending story unfold,
But the part of the story not seen,
Is the story seldom told.

The children who sit silently,
Their stories afraid to tell,
As we walk through our blinded life,
While they live through hell.


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Gone are the days -Part III


When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.

Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.

Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.

Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.

Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and
computers.

Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms,
corridors,Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds.

Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.

Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as
bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.

Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
confines of classroom.

Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.

Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.

Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.

Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual
Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.

Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.

Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.

Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.

Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever......


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Morning Tea at Meg's

Watch Meg's batch of Eggs hatch
Come for Morning tea and see
Bring your friends RSVP!
Meg greets her guests at 10 o'clock &
looks at her watch.
"It's time Everybody! The eggs are about 
to hatch! A prize for the best guess guest."
 
One is a huge green one,
Number two is a perfectly round ping-pong'
Three is a tiny rubbery looking egg,
Four look just like a normal Chooks egg,
But behind them a scratching,cracking
sound is heard.
They quickly turn around and ....

Five ,the biggest egg is coming alive,
Grooving and shaking, Rocking and rolling,
Unsure,the children slowly move backwards 
holding hands in anticipation.
They've never seen an egg as big as this
before and are not sure what is unfolding!


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IN BABYHOOD

                               In babyhood, baby girls play with dolls				
                                        it's the force of the Nature 				
                                   taught to make those by clothes				
				
                           By conducting marriage of bride and bride groom				
                               follows social rituals innocently, unknowingly				
                                            which predicts their future				


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The Golden Sparrow

Of finding 
The golden sparrow
Dream ended in blue sky
Too late to wish
 Innocence’s lost


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Daddy Mike

Daddy Mike,
What were you like?
You were gone 
when I was a very tiny tike.
 
Daddy Mike,
Was it because of me? 
Was leaving me all you could see?
Surely, you knew how much pain there would be.
A little girl needs her daddy.
 
Daddy Mike,
From abuse and pain
I shed many a tear.
Without you here,
I always felt fear.
 
Daddy Mike,
Abusive babysitter, playmate,
bullies, and family.
Nowhere for me 
to flee.
 
Daddy Mike,
Why were you 
not here?


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Missing You

When I look back on all those years,
I notice that almost everything has disappeared.
You were my best friend,
And I thought we'd be that way til the end.
But thanks to my stupid mistake,
I'm not sure where I should start again.
I've been having dreams of you,
Wondering if the meanings are true.
That I love you... like a sister,
Most of the time I think of you,
Missing everything old about you.
We used to laugh hard at things,
And be together in the same classroom.
But after seperating so far away,
Our friendship seemed it was never meant to stay...
And my foolish mistake made us far more far away.
I fear that if I come to you,
I'd have to explain the truth,
That I never really wanted to accept you
After you changed.
And before, whenever someone came close to you,
I felt jealous and never wanted a friendship triangle.
I felt so close to you,
You were other things to me besides a soul sister or good friend.
Then I start to wonder if you're fine,?Without me in your life.
Well there's one thing I could say,
Is that I hope that some day,
I come and see you and be friends again.
But I don't know where to begin...
If only I can apologize,
I'm not sure why I stopped being friends...
All I can say is that I miss you...


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I Shall Remember

Those days were filled
With joy and singing.
Because of that;
My present days are now worth living
And smiling through.

Remember during a storm,
We've seen a rainbow
Through a window
That was part of a room
Where we pretended to have feathers
And danced around an invisible fire.

Bonds are like a rainbow;
The happiness that was shared
Eventually fades away.
Though such a bond is gone,
Another rainy day goes by
And the rainbow appears again.

So now... I'll always remember
That life is like a sea
(An ocean of memories)....
And even though "friend" has
The word "end"...
There is a "ship" in "friendship"
(Which leaves and returns).
I shall always remember such a metaphor...


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I Wanted to Know How You Are Doing


I Wanted To Know; “How Are You Doing?” Someone wanted to know how I was doing… He had no idea of the storms that “were brewing.” I simply answered; “everything’s going fine.” I had quite a few things “on my mind!” It just seemed like everything “came crashing around.” I needed someone to pick me up, when I was “down.” I then felt a gentle voice whispered into my ear… “Do not be discouraged.” “I am here!” I looked all around, and much to my surprise.. This same voice then said; “get up and arise!” As I arose, I felt someone’s hand on my shoulder. It was like this hand had removed a “large boulder.” I had heard this voice before! I heard it again! This was the voice of the one I call my lord and friend! The words he spoke to me were quite evident and clear. Whatever situation I am in. He is always near! Every step that I take. Every breath that I breathe. Jesus has promised me he will never leave! He has strengthened me, and “blew my storms away!” And has brought hope and healing to my life today! B Jim Pemberton


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Bullies

I find insults lame,
Verbally (psychologically)
Picking on others isn't my kind of game.

I find sincere questions fake,
Weirdly asked (persistent words).
My hobbies pushed down into heartache.

I find giving into what they say
Never ever (never ever)
Should be the way to put me into fray.

I find their asking to be friends annoying,
So persisting (so much bugging).
I prefer the common interest kind of befriending.

I find others going through hurting
Is something not right (something not fine).
Moving on is better off with them apologizing.


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Memories of 'Shirley Corner' school and' Miss Ball'

The old school bell would ring out at the start of the day.
Chalk on blackboards, shirts and ties.
The school colours of green and gold.
Crowded classrooms, with very little room.

Lunchtimes were spent in classrooms,small and crampt.
No kitchen, the meals brought in.
Meals served up by Mrs May and Mrs Coles.
Dinner ladies Mrs Turner,Mrs Burd and Mrs Bolt.

Four classes, plus one held in the village hall.
My class of thirty seven, tables in long rows side by side.
Janet and John books then Peter and Jane.
Classroom Assemblies were the norm'.

The headmaster Mr Collier strict and stern.
There were very few facilities.
Mrs Bird,Mr Scott,Mrs Collier and young Mss Ball.
And Pre National Curriculum....

The children having separate playtimes.
In the tiny playground, there wasn't much room.!
Outside toilets, cold in winter.
Morning break;children drinking milk out of a bottle with a straw.

The long hot hazy summer days
sports day held in the farmers field across the way.
The three legged race and the egg and spoon.
Children running, jumping, having fun.

And then the important news...
We're soon to have a.... Brand New School !


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High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec.,
Just can't be real to me,
Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery,
But then I realize
The bread from there is as real as a bakery's.
And when I'm with my friend,
The fun of bugging her in the hallways
Never seems to end.

Then I take one more look at what school is like,
I begin to admit to myself
That it's not so bad,
But when my mother gets mat at me
About homework
I stress about how hard it all seems
And think that my teachers are all jerks.
But I always finish it off in the end,
And then the whole cycle goes around again.
The truth is, I always change my mind and say
My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends,
Sometimes I only pretend to like them.

But what's worse then teachers
Is how I see people smoke
And hear their choices about drinking and parties.
I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..."
'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure,
Because my only pleasures are a lot better.

High school is such a big thing,
That when the bell rings
A rush of students go up and down the stairs.
Once you get to class,
Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass,
And it feels like the day will never end,
Especially if you don't have a friend.

I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up
I think school is so lame,
And sometimes I sleep through the whole day.
And when the sky is grey,
It always seems to be trying to say
That there should be no sun rays on a day at school.
But then, I think through it again and believe that there will
Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.


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Clergy

From Greek kleroi = share or inheritance
The state of ordained men in the Church

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What is Covetousness

Covetousness is Greed
Part of 7 Capital Sins
Or Deadly Sins
Greed is an excessive desire for worldly things


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Baptism by Colors

The Christmas lights shine while the temple bells
Toll. The baby lies bloody on the bed- 'delivered'.
Its dusk, a shade of grey dusk but again a dark blue
Around the corner; not a sound did roll nor did light
Strike and it slept. Hush baby... they will come! Among
Her broken toys and impaled dolls she sleeps like the
Child of time- she is black.

Again, the star shined and the bells tolled and they came- all over her,
They trampled and burnt her sins away. Smoke and soot and hell fire
Rained everyday and she took it all in. Like the voracious petals of the
Venus fly trap, those lips of hers engulfed them and stayed content.
It lay in the night... At least she had the night. She was content. Slowly
The saffrons, the whites and the greens entered her hollow being
Day after day and she did not know where they came from.

Even the one to be delivered that rested inside her grew impatient.
It broke free and she lost. It was buried amidst the fanfare and
Ho hum of those colors. The same colors that devoured her sins
And had her delivered, and now they lie in constant wait for the
Reigns to break so the stake is theirs to burn. The witch must burn.
The Green must burn, the saffron must be severed and the white
blackened they thought.

The witch died, and so did they but not the colors. As the
Child in time sleeps under every roof, so does those black eyes
With glowing fangs, under the bed. Just below the flesh
And the wooden bed, you can hear it breathe and crave blood
And carnage. Every street, every devil's bend, every wall bears
Its name. Yet it hides, kills, plunders and hides. Yet another
Deliverance and another coming against the eclipsed sun.

Tomorrow if a life is born I shall warn and mourn and curse
The deliverance coz the colors will lie in wait under its bed.
Sharp talons and itchy fingers waiting for it to blossom and
Tear it up in pieces. Yes! This is our deliverance... We all shall
Be delivered some day. But, I hope my child of time is colorblind
And comatose- Maybe dead. For then it wont hear the evil crawling
Under its bed, see them on the streets and  feel them inside itself.

That day will be her baptism and maybe she will wake...

© Malyaban Lahiri


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What kind of sin is drunkenness

Deliberate drunkenness, always a mortal sin
If the person is completely deprived of the use of reason by it
But drunkenness is not intended
Or desired may be excused from mortal sin 


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Gone Are The Days - II

Remembering my classmates,after few years,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Everyone now is busy a lot,
No one escaped destiny's plot.

Saw the girl whom once I thought was my best friend,
Opps! Today she is somebody else's girl friend,
After months,remembered her for a little while,
Heard she's happy,that made me smile.

Project reviews to campus interviews,
Nick names to last bench games,
Casual rehersals to love praposals,
Short term crushes to classroom blushes

Everything is fresh in our mind,
Wish Life could just rewind,
Let's laugh,play and rejoice,
Once again become college guys

Chatting and laughing , we are all in elation,
Till the painful moment of separation,
When it was time to part,
We returned to heavy heart

Today life is full of commitments,
And too many worries,
But those cherished moments,
Will live forever in our memories.


Details | Lanterne | |

FORTIES PARTY

A
high tea-
eaten off
American
cloth


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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.


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Food for Thought II

Many problems in the world
Church is one
Self-appointed kings are Founders
Of non-existent Kingdom

Heaven is our kingdom
The King is Jesus Christ
He started it and only Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
Be sure before you die, you're a Roman Catholic

Your God, is my God
Only one in 3 different Divine persons
Men and women are able to know the truth
We thought we'll be in our Kingdom

Disappointed when we knew the truth
We expected but we're cut with the double edge sword
First good impression is can be a lie
Hard to change a reputation

Our God is Jesus Christ
Cooperate with the grace He gives
To not sin
We ignore Jesus in our side

Just cooperate in His Church
He grants you to be very careful of sinning
Pay back what you owe
Unless each of you forgives your brother from your heart


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crossroads

Im in a jam
Dont no what to do
Im at a crossroad 
and cant decide whos who

I know who i love
I know who i despise
I know what god wants
but i need to see through his eyes

Im at a crossroad and cant see ahead
I wonder if lifes easier when your dead
Ithink things through both day and night 
im at a crossroads of a mighty fight.

Who do i associate myself with?
Where do i go for support?
Who are my real friends?
Whos love comes up short?

Im in a pickle and time is running out
Im in a crossroad that involves a lot of doubt



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Gone Are The Days.... PART- I

gone r the days
when the school reopened in june
& v settled in our new desks & benches.

gone r the days
when v queued up in book depot
& got our new books & notes.

gone r the days
when v wanted 2 sundays & no mondays yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

gone r the days
v learnt writing with slates & pencils 
& progressed to fountain pens & ball pens & then to micro tips.

gone r the days
v began drawing with crayons & evolved to color pencils 
& finally sketch & tube colors.

gone r the days
we started calculating first with tables 
& then advanced to calculators & to computers.

gone r the days
when v chased one another in the corridors in intervals
& returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.

gone r the days
when v had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds, 
under the trees & even in cycle sheds.

gone r the days
when all the colors in the world
decorated the campus on the second saturdays.

gone r the days
when a single PT period in the week's time-table
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

gone r the days
when cricket was played with writing pads as bats 
& neckties & socks rolled into balls.

gone r the days
when few played "kabadi" & "kho-kho" in scorching sun
while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.

gone r the days
of fights but no conspiracies
of competitions but seldom jealousy.

gone r the days
when v used to watch live cricket telecasts
in the opposite house in intervals & lunch breaks.

gone r the days
when few rushed early to 
"conquer" window seats in the bus.

gone r the days
while few had tiffin, others had "kulfi ice-cream", 
"vada pav" & "pepsi" in lunch hours.

gone r the days
of sports day & the annual school day
& the one-month long preparations for them.

gone r the days
of tenth standard when v spent almost 
the whole year writing revision tests.

gone r the days
v learnt,v enjoyed,v played,v won,v lost
v laughed,v cried,v fought,v thought.


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A pity

You’ve seen it before
Never spoke of
The hapless Individual
Helpless in principle
Mercy, out of sale
Withered broke frail
Teenage angst
Hand me down hate
Weaken by the irate
A sitting bomb
Counts and waits
One last push
To the point to agitate
And detonate
An unjust fate
Could have saved 
Should have stayed
Didn’t manage a role
Hunting pack cruel
Achieved enlightenment
Silent excitement


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Please Trust Me

Nothing else
But secrets between all
Of who we are...

Thy dreams of a different love
Found within the envisions of
Betrayal, and dream of I and
A proclaimation of sending someone to their maker.

Seemingly unwilling,
To give me thy trust...
Never have I spoken
Of secrets that had
Once left you broken,
Only those relevant enough
Are whom I white-lyingly tell,
Yet not all secrets are
Ever revealed...

Trust me, otherwise
My mind shall not stop
Aching and echoing of the lies
Which once separated me
And my feelings away
From you...


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Trinity

 

Latin trinitas = the state of being threefold

God is only one but He exist in three persons

The fact that in English we have two terms

The triune God and the Trinity

For the same reality (one emphasizes God’s unity

The other the distinction (of persons in Him)

An indication of the unfathomable mystery of the Trinity

 

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To Unknown God

To Unknown God,

You know…

I cried, nights after nights;
I fought attacks after attacks;
I hid my self in the dark;
Where were you when I needed you most?

You know…

I was not Job, neither was I David;
It was just me…young and weak;
The dark knight shattered my innocence;
Where were you when I needed you most?

Still, 

I felt…the blessings,
For my sufferings, I became strong;
Alas, the golden sun now shines on me;
Is it you who make it shine?

You know…

Today, I am a poet,
Writing poems, one after the other;
Happy and full of life, one thing thou, 
Please erase, the bitter memories, in my heart.

You know…

I was a young poet, then;
Now is only the re-birth…of olden dream,
And, of the old self;
For my strength, I thank you, O, Father.


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Childhood Friend

We started out friends
And that's how it should be in the end.
My first budding love,
My second friend I met,
My first guy friend.

Our opposing fates
Have left me behind
In a loveless crate.
City boy, suburban small town me,
How far away you are.

I can't sway it all away.
One day and some night
Could you become mine?


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What is Pride

Pride is an excessive love
Of our own ability so that would
Rather sinfully disobey
Than humble ourselves



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What is Gluttony


Gluttony like Greed
Excessive desire of Food or Drink
Part of7 Capital sins or 7 Deadly sins
Jesus Christ requires one to confess


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Orphaned

Paint a picture in 10 words exactly.


Destitute 
Derelict
Despondent
Huddled wrapped
Cornered, wind abates
Infant slumbers


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Food for Thought

Food for thought

 Holiness?
An opportunity
Measured 
How lovingly you respond to God
People say they believe, Eternal God 
Love Father Christ

Don't have any clue
What talking about
Hypocrite, harsh word
People harsh to Father Christ
Don't know it

People boast, brag 
They know Father Christ
Believe in Him
Yet, not in His Church
If truly believe, then why not His Church?

The word "Purgatory" is only in Catholic or Roman Catholic
Because later Christians will be in heaven
Some be immaculate there
After purifying their not confessed sins
People need Sacrament of Reconciliation

Penance
Forgiveness
Only in Father Christ Church
Father Christ required His Church
Be available for His people


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Churches and Ecclesial Communities


Many Christian communities on earth call themselves churches
According to the Catholic understanding
Only those in which the sacraments of Jesus Christ’s have been preserved
In their entirety have remained “Church”
This is true especially of the Orthodox and
Eastern Churches
In the ecclesial communities that resulted from the Protestant Reformation
All the sacraments have not been preserved

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Morbid

Rub-a-dub-dub
Three blind mice in a tub
The Phoenix, First lady and Prodigal son
See how they run
See how they run


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My Footsteps...

Sometimes as I lay in my bed, I hear sounds.

Sometimes it can be very loud and then it can be very low.

Just what it is, I don’t know?

Dad say’s it’s all in my head...

He says that I should not be scared.

Mom says it’s just this old house, just settle in.

Almost like when Grand daddy sits in his old chair.

I guess Mom and Dad could both be right? 

Maybe it’s just me and my fear of the night? 

Soon after they leave, I finally settle down.

When all of a sudden!

I hear a loud sound, Boom!

I sprang from my bed and ran down the stairs and what should I see?

It’s just our old dog Ralph and silly little me. 

Oh! What a relief... I’m so glad to see, it’s just Ralph and me...

I guess the only real noise I hear, are just the footsteps of me.


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Hyper Eccentricity

Cleanliness I absolutatingly fear...
For I only luv the mess I see,
It makes me believe I am not alone
In this sight of a messed-up and lonely room.
It'sh scaring me seeing purified spirit
With all th-this cleaned up vision.
Mirrors reflect my cleaned room...
In the darkness, within the shadows,
Are haunting red, yellow, and green:
Lights which are known as eyes
According to my mind...
Not as ordinary as others may seem...
For I am rather filled with secret eccentricity,
I loves seeing people electrified when in
Sight of my real personality:
Hyper eccentricity!


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What is Temptation

Temptation is anything that
Incites
Provokes
Or Urges us to offend God


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What are the effects of Venial sin


The effects of venial sin are 
Lessening of the love of God on our heart
The making us less worthy of His help
And weakening of the power to resist mortal sin


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Shattered doll

Shattered doll tattered and torn 
Tossed aside and not played with anymore.
You ragged material compared to me.
You must be begging to be free.
Used up and worn
Missing buttons galore.
You probably wonder what you existence is for.
You cotton is sticking out.
Your stitching is coming out.
No one plays with you anymore.
A doll so poor.
You are now thrown away.
No one wants to play.
Ragged tattered shattered doll.
You are agonized with the fall.
You are me!
I finally see.
I stand tall,
As a ragged tattered shattered doll.


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My Towm Gone

Mills and Mines, no longer there. 
No more work, no more life.They made decisions but didn't care. 
not for them the muck and grime. 
they never knew the love, in that town of mine. 
Life long friends, all are scattered. 
Ambition aand dreams, broken shattered. 
Familiar places, Friendly faces, 
Replaced by roads and mental cases. 
Destryed, Ruined, Gone forever. 
Poor old town, I'll return there never. 
What have they done? 
My town...........GONE!!


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On My Own.

Never thought it would happen,but one day it did,
I woke up a grown and not a kid.
When I woke up my childhood was gone.
My childhood went so fast,but now my adult years seem so long.
The days feel like eternity now here all alone.
Things are so diffrent now since i`m on my own.


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'NEATH A SPREADING CHESTNUT TREE

Sticks
and stones,
broken leaves-
conkers on the
ground-
games
of joy
fill the air
with a childish
sound


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Uncertainty

There was a girl,
Who once had the temptation,
To kiss her best friend on the cheek.
She sat in a chair, next to her friend
And felt her mind push herself towards her.
Moving closer...
Then realizing she was doing something wrong.
What in the world I'm I doing!?
Shouting within her mind.

Never told anybody,
That sometimes she feels a feeling
Deeper than friendship,
For one other person.

She's not sure what she'll be in the end,
All there is... Is a confusing bend
Throughout all her feelings.
She thinks about guys,
Not really a surprise.
Although, she likes shonen-ai & shojo-ai.
She's lost and confused, she doesn't know why.

Could it be that I just love my closest friends sisterly? 
Or is it just something part of me?
She thinks to herself, her mind filled with uncertainty....


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normal

All of this pain
I suffered with no gain
leaves me crying at night
for what I didn’t do right.
The people I’ll see
there eye’s become daggers to me,
as they find me out 
and what im about.
A mixed up child
in this world gone wild
that’ll spit at those who are different, 
and who stray from societies current.
Yet I’m the one
that you have shun 
that will change the future
and leave you in a blur.
Even though you have shown me only hate,
I'll welcome you through my kingdoms gate
where you’ll never be alone
and your beauty given a chance to be shown.
I’ll give you the chance you never gave me,
a chance to be great for everyone to see.

This is for all the kids that lived their life being the outcast as a child because of 
how the lived. They are people too and must be given a chance to be great. 
Society rewards those students who excel in main stream events but forget the 
ones who aren’t in those groups. For so long dorks, gays, shy people, smart 
people, and anyone who was not in the norm have been put down. Forget the 
way that you were treated for after your time in hell is served your time in heaven 
will be well worth the wait.


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i hate this poem

he once thought
the pieces fit
in a beautiful and pleasing
array.

(seamless.)

but they
gawked
and pointed out 
how his piece 
was a different 
color.

(hilarious.)

let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!

he only saw
pieces,
no missmatching colors
and thought it was the wrong
design.

(matchless.)

let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!

he knows now
not to say a word
and to search
for a larger
puzzle.

(discomposure.)

let’s laugh.
let’s clap.
let’s marvel.
encore!
clap those cymbals,
and dance some more!


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unsolved puzzle

Commotion rages around me,
I lay in silence.
I do my arts,
They do theirs.
Around me they stare,
Trying to figure me out.
Soon they give up,
 I remain the unsolved puzzle.
Still here they flock,
Then leave again.
On the outside they leave me,
I can only pretend not to here them.
Still, the pain comes, a crushing bolder in my lap.
They stare at me suddenly, 
As my tears fall, 
the bolder resides in size but starts again,
A pebble taking on layers of their scorn filled words.


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From the Sublime to the Sublemon

Beautiful words of wisdom adorn this site.
Frightful hints of abuse, can keep one up all night.
Pain ripe from the heart, easy to be read,
Mourning agonies pulsating through a poets head,
Joys and sorrows, confusion, and faith...
Swirl about my mind,leave me so confused,
The shining Mother Theresas, the misery of the abused,
Sadly, I have no magic answer,
Sure wish that I indeed did,
To sooth the pain of the aged,
To comfort an abused kid.
All I can do is pray,
Send in my Christian Charity support,
But a small attempt at providing,
Something each child should have without thought.


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O God, The Rat Has A Phobia!

The rat tiptoed to the house, picks up a thread
While the soft spoken black cat is, still, in bed
Sleepy, but, she is to battle it, to win, for today
To gain her breath, in solitude, for another day 
 
At first, she will fetch water, from a sacred well
Passing through the silent field of fears, of hell
While the sympathetic morning moon watches 
And giving her consoles, with uplifting touches

Of hopes, to warm her shaken, but noble heart
From the cold of early morn, that torn her apart  
Before the fading moon could bid her goodbye
Her tiny feet has swollen red, like a chicken fry

The rat sadly waves her bye to the fading moon
She kisses gladly the first crow, with her broom
To sweep the scattered butts, of Marlboro Light
Before favored kitten come, and give her a fight

She uses her magic matches to light the sticks
Delicately set at the center of a three big bricks
Eggs and bacon, with riz Cantonese to prepare
The boiling silvery pot, patiently, waits her care 

While the family feasts, the rat runs to the room
To fix the beds’ pleats, and then, she will zoom
To clean the ruin of wars, on the two slab tables
Before, she finds herself drown, in little bubbles

Her paled skin got burned, from the blazing sun 
While the soft spoken black cat enjoying the fun
Of watching, the afternoon entertainments show
That the rat never sees, for she has list to follow 

But, before the day ends, the poor rat was bitten
By the soft spoken black cat, left.....right up to ten 
That made her soul cries, under the mango tree
Hides her tears, in the dark, no one will ever see

Only when the soft spoken black cat’s gone away
Thus, the rat feels happy, for she has time to play
In a world, where no creatures exist, but, just her
She now lives in illusion, in her own, fake laughter 

The rat has beaten many times the first cockcrow
For the soft spoken black cat, not to live in sorrow
Till she left her, nothing, but full of fear and wraths
Forever haunt her, even if, she takes dozen baths

O God, the rat has a phobia, ‘cos of this black cat
Won’t you ever pity seeing her sleeping in a mat?
Or when somebody, with shot, scratches her tail?
For I cannot stand, seeing how human beings fail 

 



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Fears

As I was a kid in my younger years,
I grew with a lot of hate and so many fears.
I fought them alone,by myself inside.
When in the public,my fears I would hide.
I would cry my way through the worst of my fears,
When they got to loud,I would cover my ears.
I was just a kid,didn't matter I guess,
I fought my fears,I did my best.
The fears I had was of a ghost,
Noe that I am grown,I laugh at my host.


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I Would Rather

I would rather have people
Wanting to get to know me
Instead of me 
Getting to know them first.

I would rather have people 
Show some respect to my
"Weird" interests.

I would rather remain single
Even when amongst couples.
Independent I am and will always be
So I am fine without a "special other".

Personally I would rather
Just be myself
And different from everyone else...


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MARYANNE MAGILICUTTY~A children's story~

Maryanne  Magilicutty….
Loved to play with Silly Putty
Growing up she wouldn’t share
Her friends were sad…she didn’t care~

She rolled it up into balls 
Bounced it up and down the halls
Everyone saw her frown…
When it bounced right out of town~

She chased it as far as she could go
An impossible feat, she was feeling low 
She lost the putty she loved so fair
Her friends knew but did not care~

There is one thing she should have done
Which was…to share her putty fun~
Her friends only wished she’d share…
Her Greedy ways were most unfair

Karma took her putty away
Bouncing out of sight that day
I guess you know NOW what to do 
When someone wants to play with you~


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' Sweet, Little Man ... ' (Limerick # 3)

             ‘ Sweet, Little Man ’

There Was the Sweetest, Little Man, Named Nate
    Who was so Bald… He got a Headache
      From the Kisses, that were Planted
On His ( 2 Month-Old Head )… He Demanded …
“Why Won’t Mama, Put A Cap On My Pate ?


Details | I do not know? | |

SECOND BEST

HAVE YOU EVER FELT NOT GOOD ENOUGH
NOT EVEN IN LOVE.
WHEN IT COMES TO FRIENDS I FAIL THE TEST.
I COME IN SECOND BEST.
WHEN IT COMES TO MOST CHOSEN
YOU’RE NOT MOST.
WHEN IT COMES TO LOOKS
YOU NEVER MADE THE BOOK.
I AM SECOND BEST.
IT RESTS AT BETTER THAN NOTHING
BUT WHAT IS NOTHING?
I CAN’T BE MYSELF AT ALL.
I DON’T STAND TALL.
I’M ONLY A NEED ME PERSON ON A QUEST.
I’M TIRED OF BEING SECOND BEST.


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Molested

                                         
                                                 molested by whom he trusted
                                                 raped by life
                                                 leaving self worth to die
                                                 this is what I saw in his eyes
                                                 years of prompting could not
                                                 bring him to speak
                                                 about the unholy nature
                                                 of his grief








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Plastic Faces

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that smiles so dryly
The one that makes my heart reach out to you
The one that covers up the life you live

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that has empty eyes
The one that hides the tears streaming down your face
The one that lies to the world about you

Walking down the hallway
I see your plastic face
The one that is drained of color
The one that is is unemotional
The one hides the pain you feel

Walking down the hallway
I see the plastic faces
Too many for me too bear
So many lives that need helping
Kids aren't on their own, they just need
A friend, to help relieve them of the plastic
And see the light of day once more...


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A Child Within

Yearns to be free 
From ghosts and goblins
She cannot see.

A child within
Has no voice.
It was lost
When she had no choice.

A child within
Will not cry.
If she does
She will die.

A child within
Lost her way
And continues missing
To this day.

Will you help
A child within?
Or turn away
Once again?


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Earth Rising

The ground is gray, the sky is black and yet
I fell at home inside this other world
I plant my feet upon the dusty soil
and hail our flag above the Soviets

Three days ago I strapped myself into
this capsule with my fellow astronauts
it seems I’ve trained a lifetime for this day
of mining rocks and golfing on the moon

Call back to Houston when the day is done
the fantasy of every living soul
see Houston rolling out of shadow while
the earth is rising like the sun.


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Guatemalan Orphan

Little Guatemalan child on the floor
In the heat, shaded by the shop door,
Alone and dirty
Clothed in filthy rags,
Holding a little brother
She’s wrapped him in torn bags
Begging for any money,
She is in desperate need,
Not eaten in days,
Little baby brother still bleeds,
In a unknown language,
She pulls on the tourists,
But they give to only one child,
To the child who seems the poorest,
So she continues sniffing the glue 
Baby Bro is contaminated too
It eases the pain and hunger
It’s the thing she’s knows to do,
When later the heat resides
The orange Sun will set,
And the orphans gather together,
Collect old rubbish and tourist cigarettes,
And when the men drive by late night,
And offer them pathetic lose change,
 For her innocence aged 9, 
A most excruciatingly unfair exchange
She grows up knowing this life
Is the only life she’ll identify,
Unless someone will lend a physical hand
 And wipe the tears from her eyes
And comfort and hold her so close,
Let her know there is love out there,
Get her life back together, 
Will you go and show you care?


N.B. I visited Guatemala in 2004 with my church. We helped volunteer to build an 
orphanage. This is based on the stories we heard...Words cannot explain the 
situation there.


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Winner (2005)

You called me a loser then but if you look now
All your negativity was a waste you’ve lost somehow
Look at me now and what I’ve earned
Thank you for the strength I’ve learned
While you were picking up stones I leaped 
All your energy has finally leaked 


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Crayons

A small lonely child,  she sits and puts her crayons on the floor  
Separates colours into light and dark, happy and sad she muses 
Packs away all the bright happy crayons 
There's no room in life for such frivolity 
For all she sees is the dark looming 
Her rainbows are all coloured in deep blues and crimson 
There's no sun, no warmth, just a huge dark crescent moon 
Figures in her pictures have no eyes, they don't see her anyway 
She's invisible as if she exists on another plane

A single tear escapes her eye,  rolling silently down a tiny cheek 
She captures it in her hand, even her tears are colourless 
A true reflection of the emptiness within 
Picking up the happy crayons she tosses them away 
With them all her dreams and expectations 
She turns and walks away, no one notices 
Disappearing into the welcoming shadows 
Into that dark familiar place 


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Angry little girl (2005)

A temper breaks
The room shakes
She comes storming in 
There’s no win
Labels stick like mud
Wipe them away as I should
She’s hurt inside
Aggression is a mask to hide
The girl has inside hidden pain you see
She is an angry little girl just like me 


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Birth

Fragile like a teacup
A new birth
replacing a new death
Welcome to this world
You’ll soon learn your way
Where you’ll go
and what you’ll do
no one really knows
The bright lights
and loud noises
will fade into 
the background
becoming normalcy eventually
There’s no time to learn
how to crawl
You’re born with a need to run
No time for fun
It’s best you hit the ground running
because the end is already coming
The longer you take
the quicker you’ll break
No time to sleep
No time to relax
It’s time for the world
to show you
everything you lack


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Before I Go to Bed

Before I go to bed
wash my feet
wash my head
wash the whole body
get on my knees
to give thanks to God
that I've made it through
another gracious day!


Details | Senryu | |

When God Created Me

my mom used to say…
there was an Angel, watching
when God created me

I did believe her… 
about the Angel, watching
me, since I was kid

and, I did love you… 
oh, my Angel, for watching
life was full of joy

now, I hate you…
suddenly you stopped, watching
me, after ten years

you left me alone…
on blissful day, not watching
the eagle of prey

the eagle of prey…
on my youth, you stopped watching
and, what have I done?

many years passed by…
alone, and no one’s watching
tears never run dry

over three decades…
on sinful life, who’s watching?
me, I’m cruel and sad

but, I learned something…
be brave, when no one’s watching
you live in this world

living, for today…
tomorrow, I’ll be watching  
my son sleeps, with peace

my mom did not say…
not only Angel, watching
when God created me

when God created me…
Angel and Devil, watching
and, I wonder….why?




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Kid (2005)

You’re not a bad kid
You just have a bad habit or two
Your habits have lost there lid
That’s why people point at you
Your chances keeping breaking
One day they may break you
It’s the habits that you should be shaking 
Then all the goodness will shine through 


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The Victim

My insecurities are eating me
I feel as if life is cheating me
Karma can’t stand me
Bad luck won’t unhand me
Isolated from my family
And my friends don’t understand me
Ain’t my life just great?
Full of anger, sadness and heartbreak
Some things I wish I could take
But I have failed because of fate.
At the butt of jokes
Always alone
A 72 in high, and 2 ½ inch wide temple is my home
I live inside myself
My heart is where I hide myself.
All by myself
Everyday of every week
My temper has double-crossed my peak
I am under estimated
Emotionally incapacitated
Often considered the most hated.
Blindly called conceited
Always mistreated
But when it comes to memories
I always get deleted.
I live in a world that’s forgotten
Conniving thoughts that are rotten
Since I am always down trodden
I might as well be picking cotton
And doing the work of oxen
While grazing the field
Keeping to myself is my only shield.
It’s scary living in a world of billions
Out of everyone I am the chameleon
I am never seen and have gone unnoticed
No one would notice if I hocus pocused
But I’m always focused
And treated like a stranger
Everyday I am forced to be angered
If everyone else in the world died
I don’t know if I’d miss them
Because my whole life 
I was treated as the victim…


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In My Shoes

I am the kid that doesn’t exist
Some would consider me a doormat
This poem is kind of different because
It has a different format.
Do you know how it feels to be me?
Do you know what I mean when I say “See Me”?
Do you know how it feels to be rejected?
Do you know how it feels to always be disrespected?
Do you know how it feels to be disregarded?
Do you know how it feels to be treated like you are retarded?
Do you know how it feels to be alone?
Do you know how it feels to always be on your own?
Do you know how it feels to have a life you don’t want?
Do you know how it feels when friends and family put up a front?
Do you know how it feels to always get hurt?
Do you know how it feels to be considered a jerk?
Do you know how it feels to not want to live?
Do you know how it feels to give with nothing to give?
Do you know how it feels to have a bad day everyday?
Do you know how it feels to be mistreated in every way?
If you don’t here are some clues
Answer yes to all these questions 
And you would have walked in my shoes.


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Mother's Smile

He greets the sunrise in fear.
Not knowing what today
In his world will bring. 
The Greatness of life
stretching endlessly before him.
To a child, such a fearsome thing.
Today will you lift him up
Or will you cast him down?
Have you already imagined 
his committing of a new wrong.
In the beauty of this new day
will you gift him with the Joy
of a Mother's Loving Smile? 


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The Dream Of A Horse

The heartless sun is quite early today
Youngsters on horses are on their way
Reaching a spectacle castle on display
Eager remembering every step to play
In return of unison laughter’s in replay
Joy sprung in blank faces without delay
As earthly music floated, with a hurrah
Till the whole last, without a real pay
Thy love I haven’t see, but just a bay
I dream, thy heart, golden...someday  




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Laughter

Laughter, 
such a painful sound,
to be set apart,
to be different,
a curse,	
to be a target,
to be pushed aside,
Laughter,
such a painful sound,
why do they laugh?
I have done nothing wrong,
why do they hurt me?
am I such a joke?
That you have to hurt me without a care,
is it so funny,
is the belonging that valuable,
is that all you want?
Acceptance,
then accept me,
accept Who I Am,
Accept my identity,
then I will show you,
true acceptance,
If you accept me,
I will accept you.


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm The Girl

I'm the girl you wish weren’t here.
I'm the girl with nothing to lose, 
Yet everything to fear.
I'm the girl you poke fun at when you have nothing to do.
I'm the girl you never knew.
I'm the girl who stood alone.
Who is going to cast the first stone?
I'm the girl that wanted a friend.
I'm the girl you couldn't comprehend.
I'm girl who loved to love.
I'm the girl filled with rage and hate.
I'm the girl no one saw until it was to late.
No one knew suicide I would contemplate.
I'm the girl who had no reason to wait.
I'm the girl who was always left out.
I'm the girl you loved to talk about.
I'm the girl who fell through the cracks.
I'm the girl pulling knives out of my back.
I'm the girl who stuck a bullet in my head.
I'm the girl laying here in a puddle of blood dead.


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Teenage Rejection

Glasses thick, bottle style
in classes social and other,
condemn the wearer young and sweet;
jailed not of her own choosing,
but for her birth place in societal realms.

Though she strives-tries-cries,
never is heard her lonely wail,
even through words well placed
in offices of the high and mighty 
student council and miss jr high’s court of fools.

They see clearly her place 
as they ostracize willingly her tender youth
and without thought of tomorrow’s sorrow 
condemn her to the land of undesired carnage,
where she is devoured by teenage wolves.

She pleads, she screams her needs,
critical acceptance worlds away,
wanting only a friend sharing her cares,
getting only stares from foolish jesters
ignorant of love’s meaning true.

Asking why?? she is met: Blindsided
by a sinister thesis on teen angst
as unchanged as Newton's third law,
proven timeless through the awful reality 
of the junior high drama.


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Sarah

My god! Is that you, Sarah?
I haven’t seen you in twelve years
and we’ve only been living seventeen.
Isn’t life hard? How’s it been for you?
I want to hear what happened to that
yellow jacket that flew around your garage door
and filled my tiny soul full of fear.
I want to hear what your parents thought
when you pushed me off the dock into the lake,
and I sputtered around under the surface until
some heavenly hand reached in and fished me out.
I want to know if you remember
what we did alone in my room upstairs.
I want to know the story of your
every waking moment since that
spring afternoon we waved goodbye
and almost never saw each other again.


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Knowing the Mystery

You talk to me
About the bible all the time;
I see you as an armor of my soul;
I wish I am like you;
Having the talent and courage 
To invite others,
To return to the light.

And, I pray:
“O, God give me a better understanding
Of knowing the mystery of your words,
That I may use it, for your glory. Amen!”

I know, God created us 
With a mind to think;
So perhaps it is not by chance, 
That you’ve easily mastered his words,
You are intelligent;
I think I’ll hang more often with you,
To get insight that I can use for building my life.

I think I’ll study the bible every day, 
To have more chances of knowing him;
I think I’ll enroll for a theology class,
To fulfill my dream of becoming, exactly, like you.

Alas, God didn’t reveal his mystery to you,
‘Cos you’ve desired to out power Him;
Now, I don’t want to be like you;
I better want myself, me as me, simply me;
I believe you, no more!
You’ve a cruel heart, like a beast… 
For how could you abuse a young soul, me?


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Not Long Ago


I would like you...
to read this poem, not ‘cos it’s different 
from the rest of mine, maybe, ‘cos I wrote it, just now--- 
five minutes ago. Although, I believed 

...that I gave my best for this write,
yet still, it needs attention, the pleasing
sound of your heart, 
as you caress every word of it. 

A rhyme, skinned from geranium’s lips...that November 
whispered me, a song, of two birds I saw, hanging on 
an oak tree. What’s there below, in silent gaze, peeking 
at them? Do you know the color of their days? Oh, I still 

recall, vividly, the color of my yesterday: let me 
remember you, hmm, I think it was… Ahh no, I’ll just leave 
that to you, untangling the spell, yes the spell, of my 
adolescent years, hidden in this poem, of not so long ago! 


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My Life In Different Tongues

Ancestors had fore-planned 
My whole being in Spanish
Yet, my concerned parents wrote 
My rhesus A-plus blood in Tagalog

I was born, they said 
To enjoy my own life, not theirs
That I took slowly my first steps in Ilocano
Only to be held captive by a beast, a stranger

My Dad, lover of math, thought I got his brain
So, he slaved himself working…and sent
Me to a Catholic private school, but
I found myself reading in Russian

‘Cos I was granted summers bathe in Dnepro 
Where I spied the future in a Ukrainian accent
Thou, alone for years, I managed to earn happiness
As I learned friendship and peace in Arabic

But, I was best-loved in Chechen 
And I’ve lived my dalliance in French, my lovers
For me, my inspirations; they half-influenced 
Me, to become words whisperer in English

Oh yes, life is strange 
And full of twists, yet, I saw the sliver
Of hope in Modern Greek, when
I met my other half. She spoke about….

Xristos, in whom I now dwell
For his language of love I learn to speak
And I try to live it in perfection
Till I breathe my last




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Scar

I had this beautiful smile, which 
You took away on a summer day 
Where you snatched 

And enslaved it in your arms
If I had, with me, that day my scythe
I could have killed you; no doubts

Today I see the wound, healed
But, the shadows of silent anger, pain 
And torture, still there

Linger like the way you broke 
My innocence on a grassy field
Perhaps, I was too fragile

Or, perhaps you were too strong for me
Thou I forgave you before you could even 
Breathe your last, but my smile 

Will never be the same again
I didn’t want it to happen, neither God
It was just you, the beast
Hungry for my flesh; thence, I was ten


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She is

She is the one I can tell anything to
She is the one who accepts me
She accepts me for who i am
Whatever i go through she is there
We've been through everything
THICK and THIN
I can asker for advice
On relationships,family, fashion,makeup and so much more
She is my sister,my confidant,my shrink
She is my best friend till the end





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Little Girl Of Fifteen

You think you’re a woman,
Little girl of fifteen,
You break your curfew daily,
No idea where you’ve been,

Walking a hip-less swagger,
You wear your hair in a certain way
And your clothes are less and tighter now
You merely live to disobey

You don’t listen to your mother
Your fathers nowhere to be seen
You swear and cuss and act mischievously
School and education? You’re not so keen

No one can understand you
Especially the one who gave you life,
Because you claim she’s so out of date
You just love to cause her strife

Long gone are the pretty dresses
Pink ribbons, bows and sweet dolls,
The red lipstick you wear is tainting you
How long till misbehaving takes it toll? 

Now you’ve started to be abusive
And your mother received a lash out
In your mind she cannot relate to your new style
You don’t agree with her pleas or shouts

You’re not even grown yet, little girl
Your body a shapeless silhouette,
You want attention from the boys and men,
But one day you will regret

When the attention from boys is too daunting
And intimidated you will be
And you realise you’re just a little girl
Stay innocent, little girl of fifteen


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


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What the little girl saw one day (2005)

An innocent child one day witnessed a horrific crime
Young eyes paused in a collapse of time
Confused child who began to think and then she instantly grew
All her childhood was lost when she finally knew
The cries of helplessness break her sweet memories like a china toy
The little girl felt ashamed and dirty every time she saw a boy
A man attacks the rights of another
The poor little girl stood helpless as she looked at her mother
Now a grown woman stands never to be the same
She has learned that a victim is never to blame