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Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
fall for nothing 
may stumble along the trip 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 


Details | Limerick | |

Viagra Falls

There once was a man from Niagara
whose wiener's so long it would stab ya'

but when it got little 
his pills became skittles   
until he O.D.'d on Viagra

© ~JSLambert  2011*****A classic "stiff" competitor, standing "firm" amongst other "members" in the "thick" of the competition:) hope everyone gets "a rise" out of it!

Details | Sonnet | |

Give me a break I am PMS ing

I may slap you, curse you, smack you
Don’t get too serious honey, its monthly fun
I am PMS ing and my trauma is true
Be my gentleman and Pass My Shotgun

I may hate your friends and knock them down
Be any handsome man or cute chick
Don’t get them here when I am around
I am PMS ing, People Make me Sick

I may laugh out loud at your silly jokes
And the very next moment won’t find them funny
That catastrophic emotional trauma pokes
I am PMS ing, its Psychotic Mood Shift honey

Every month, within me I sense this ruinous storm
It’s not me honey, this phantom is Premenstrual Syndrome

Details | Rhyme | |

blood transfusion

Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself

Details | I do not know? | |


O strike thy wisdom
and thy freedom;

While picket signs aren't weapons,
they arouse violent hymns
and bayonet dreams;
o strike!

Where authoritarian presidents,
governors and dictators
all think alike,
and strike thee common good.

O visionaries
with karma on their side,
where echoes fly like angels
and their halos shine so bright;

Where slavery's not an option
and poverty no life,
no liberty
or happiness;

Where no act of violence,
aimed at stifling true justice
ever won.

True justice
always voices it's complaints,
always finds some other means,
never ends with the moon
but starts with the sun,

Fore there's no future otherwise.

Details | I do not know? | |


My eyes can see
That the sand is like sea
And it stretches to the end of my mind
On a ship set to sail
with four legs and a tail
Tishmandu I set out to find
Now the wind is of sand
and can lend a hand
in tearing the flesh from your bone
So your head you keep wrapped
your snaps keep snapped
and you never travel alone
The heat at midday
is to kill and waylay
if the body and soul are not one
So you pray to the east
and prepare for slim feast
begging passage under full sun
Caravan of the seed
born on camels that breed
in an endless march between wells
Over lost count of dunes
under God and full moons
blessing passage with incense and bells
At the end of the day
when gold turns to grey
and the stars brighten the skies
A device is brought forth 
to determine true north
and the path where Tishmandu lies
On the fortieth morn
pressing lips to the horn
a signal beckons us wake
Leaving water behind
on a course now refined
the final leagues we must take
Tishmandu is a place
where a white mans face
has never been seen or allowed
But the people have need
and my service agreed
in a land under sky without cloud
Like feathers of blue
in the distance I view
the flags on top of the walls
Though my limbs are worn
my very fabric is torn
I move towards Tishmandu halls
At last in the shade
a walled shelter is bade
I meet with the maker of rules
A service I bring
but to rules I must cling
or a tortures price must be paid
Twenty days and seven
in the passes of heaven
I treated the sick and the lame
With rules on my mind
the medicines I grind
The devil of Tish for to tame

As I washed the sick
and avoided blunt stick
the God of the desert did smile
For the people made well
in this fortified hell
where spirit is subject to trial
In the end I am paid
for the journey I made
and the healing and medicine new
On my camel back
salted meats in my pack
I Bid farewell to Tishmandu

Details | Didactic | |

How to Maintain Credibility

How to maintain credibility

Granulated points of view, they will not pan out.
They will sift through the strain, and leave your crowd with doubt.
This is always something, you must try to avoid,
or that crowd will toss your words, right into the void.
You can say what you want, but always say what you mean.
Here is my example; I wish the sky were green.
If you’re going to make a choice, you better know what you want,
'cause if your theory has its holes, your decision's going to haunt.
First make sure that they’re sound, then free em like a bird.
Throw your thoughts into the sky, and let them all be heard.
By the people that will flock, and they have open ears,
just try not to change your vision, in a couple years.
Certain people won’t forget, and they will soon admit,
they found meaning in what you've said, so don’t you contradict.
It shouldn’t be a challenge, if you follow line 5.
The only thing you can safely say is it’s good to be alive.

Now do not get me wrong, I know your brain will grow,
Your opinions they will change, based on what you know.
And now please don’t panic, you're not a hypocrite,
As long as at the time, you believed in it.
Now if you say what you've said, just for your own sake,
You've broken fundamental rules; now give your head a shake.
It’s not about an answer, that will surely please,
You got to say what’s on your mind, if it cuts you to your knees.
And now folks, once again, like I’ve already said,
Your beliefs are going to change, like precious gems to lead.
If someone doesn’t know this, and the bastard calls you out,
You should know it doesn’t matter, that’s not what it’s about.
And if your views turn inside out, stand on your two feet,
and never speak a single word with your crosshairs on deceit.

We know that with opinion, there is no right or wrong,
Just make sure that you follow the tune of your own song.
If you manage to change a mind, this is victory,
there’s nothing quite like hearing 'em say "I guess I do agree".
This is all good advice, to everyone it applies,
If you don’t live by this you'll be caught in your own lies.
It shouldn’t be a conscious effort; it should all come by itself,
if it doesn’t than you’re liar, improve your mental health.
Every line I’ve written here is indeed a fact,
there’s no room for argument, do you agree with that?
Now I'm done, there’s my view and I have written lots,
but didn’t you listen to my poem? Get your own damn thoughts!

Details | I do not know? | |

Keep My Faith

Lord, I believe in You and myself,
With You I can do almost anything.
Even if I'm overweight...
I believe You'll keep me alive until the day
You want me back home with you.
I'm sorry for my sins
And all of us are imperfect humans:
Debating about beliefs, greedy thieves,
And everything else you hate.
So please forgive all of us and open the gate
To Your Heavenly Kingdom.
Have Your Son save us all.
Sometimes I believe I don't deserve You
And Your Promise for Eternity,
But Your Son's words reassure me.
I feel scared of the destruction in Your Revelation,
But remember You'll keep me safe
If I just forever keep my faith.

Details | Couplet | |

The Addict

They live in a war zone, battling, absent of pause, While seeking from within some exonerating cause; Their existence is no more than one breath on a string, They squint at the carnage, their war's sure to bring. Having no distant future for the moment they exist, All because of some substance free wills can't resist. While their string continues their brains do so fry, It has made drugs our problem a fact we can't deny.

Details | Bio | |


I get a kick outta the writes I see,
So intellectual, how can that be?
I skipped two grades,
Was forced to take IQ tests again,
Cause no one as dumb as me,
Could possibly produce such a score, you see
Got 100% on regents exams,
Passed college entrance tests
Half drunk and dirty of dress
Cause I was up with friends
drinkin' and carousing like the rest,
And, Lord knows how, but I assure,
I aced the test, and even more,
To what was then considered
"The Poor-Man's Harvard"
I cruised through that as well,
No one was gona stop this Bell

But IQ tests, and scholastic grade,
Never has one, of a man be made
I still do get confused,
About how to wear two shoes,
My brain may be book-smart,
But comin' from the heart,
I've trusted when I really shouldn't
Was skeptical when imprudent

So here's this IQ wiz,
Don't know just who he is,
And street smart as a cat,
Caught in Dr. Zeuss's hat.

So teach your children well,
don't grow up to be like Tom Bell

Details | Rhyme | |

Weed Your Garden

Weeds in my garden they sure like to grow.                                                                      
It's funny how they all seem to come in a row.

On Monday, the "Weeds of Depression" were so high.                                             As 
I plucked the last one I gave a big sigh.

Then Tuesday came and weeds peeked up from the ground.                                      
I pulled ones of "Stress" and soon had them piled high on the ground.

Wednesday came a rushing on thru .                                                                                 
I said "Weeds of  Grief" I'll get rid of you too !

On rolled Thursday and I wanted to sleep,                                                                       
But I pulled "Weeds of Hurt" , tho’ their roots were so deep.

As I waited slowly for Friday to come,
"Worry Weeds" I would pull with my mighty green thumb.

When Saturday came, I thought I was done,
But "Sadness Weeds" stood tall in the sun.

So glad for Sunday cause it's my day of rest,
And I know all week long I had done my very best.           

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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.

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The Last Laugh

One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use the word “propensity,”
Just a fancy word for “odds”, you see:
The odds you’ll save, the odds you’ll spend,
And how many Tax Dollars those odds will rend.

The basis for U.S. government budgets is “Total Tax Dollars Collected”;
And any overtures to reduce those collections are summarily rejected;
And should a source of taxes have declined or dissipated,
Other taxes are increased and/or new taxes are created.

Many, if not most, of these taxes are “regressive”.
That means their actual impact on income is “progressive”...
But “progressive” in a very negative way.
Relatively speaking, the Less you make, the More you pay.

Whether you make it or sell it, need it or want it, Congress will tax it;
And, once a tax is on the books, Congress has zero “propensity” to relax it.
Congresses, Federal and State, love to tax Luxury and Sin;
Smoking Sinners have had their taxes raised again and again and again.

Cigarette taxes are frequently raised, the “claim” is to drive users to quit;
But Truth is measured in Billions in taxes, so we know supporters are “full of it.”
Meantime, Non-smokers reap many benefits, while Smokers foot the bill;
And if that should change, Non-smokers would taste a financially “bitter pill.”

Taxed and taxed and taxed some more, but not yet into submission,
Smokers could shift their tax burden to Non-smokers…without their permission.
Yes, what if one Fateful day, those Smoking Sinners, Each and Every one,
Just put them down and said, “I quit.”; said en masse, “We’re done!”

Congresses would be clamoring to derive Billions in Taxes elsewhere,
At first, Non-smokers may not realize the impact they’re about to bear.
When an industry dies, businesses and people’s jobs are lost…it’s true;
But all those Tax Dollars must come from somewhere...the likes of me and you.

So righteous, whining Non-smokers maintained their hue and cry.
Ever pushing Congresses to tax those Smoking Sinners… tax them ‘til they die;
But after quitting, Ex-Smokers would pay less, while Non-Smokers would pay more.
Guess Non-smokers didn’t think far enough ahead, didn’t really know the score.

All those dreary anti-smoking ads, many of which falsified the cause,
Would disappear.  And what about all the useless anti-smoking laws?
Instead of Non-smokers not liking Smokers, Ex-Smokers would serve instead.
"The bastards are costing me money. I wish they had smoked 'til they were dead."

So, Ex-smokers would be getting healthier and spending far less;
And may be cause for some Non-smokers’ financial distress.
While they ruefully pay more, Ex-smokers' pocket books will attest
By reminding Non-smokers daily......the Last Laugh is Best.

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Mind and Sound

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Reflections: Midlife Crisis

P     aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A     cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N     othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I      nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C     hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace

Details | Ballad | |


She smells of stale garbage and wine
Her boots all worn and tattered
Stern-faced and stony eyes
Dressed in a tired ol' mink
She shivers as she takes a rest
From pushing her metal cart
Squeaking and overflowing with
Items reflecting her life
She had been warned twice to move
The choice was not hers to make

Today, like all the others
She will walk ten blocks or so
In hope to find a warmer place
To lay down for the night
Just a corner to rest
Is all she will be needing
She knows this will be over soon
The pain gets worse each day
Yet, her hopes live on for one more day
Her deliverance is on its way!


Details | Ode | |

Pink Pink Pink

Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know.
Which was lost, and what would be gained.
I could not see, beyond her glow
Faith and strength carried and remained.
Unfinished things of her dreams come slow
These were not to be lost, our love holds true
Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say
In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue
She is more than any loss, which may take away.

Pink in October shapes her autumn sky.
More beautiful now she faces its lie.
Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure.
Fighting like a girl, she wins the war.
Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor.
She is more than a woman, my lady, my love.
Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair,
Trials and tribulations, rising glow,
She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Natiional Diabetes Month


Needles and strips. Feet that's sore.
Aches and pains. Meters that store.

Numbers go up. Then they go down.
Cookies and pasta and cake all around!

Daily walks. Nutritious food.
Cinnamon helps. Some herbs do.

Fenugreek, bromelain and boswellia stew.
Fish and pumpkin oils fight inflamation in you.

Drink lots of water. Alcohol's taboo.
Loose the smokes. And spare tire to!

Sweating, shaking, tingling lips.
Too much insulin can do all this.

Or don't eat enough or over exercise.
Can knock you right out. Yes even die!

Glucose tabs. Keep close at hand.
Diabetes can be so grand!......

Details | Free verse | |

Dysfunctional Dreamtime


A red helium balloon
                                   I float above myself,
Watch the ritual unfold:

                                   Gather the sharps
                                   Lay them out
                                   Roll up the sleeves
                                   Enfold the world in silence.

Then, with infinite concentration,
The Not-Me begins:

                                    Draw the lines
                                    Open the flesh
                                    Let out the hot red
                                    Pain and Poison;
                                    Inscribe another testament
                                    To survival.

Then the balloon drifts down
Sleeves roll down
The Not-Me steps into the balloon
                                    And floats away,
And I become myself again,
Purged and Whole

Until the next time.


A wraith,
I live on air
Insubstantial as the Winter's mists.

I am colorless
And blank as perfect ice, as cloudless sky
Yet I command all appetites,
Control my ghostly shape
Against all outside assault.

My Will is wind,
Invisible and Absolute.

A reed,
I bend but never break.

I may be fading, fading...

But the steel rod within the mist
Shines true and will not yield.


Peel back the flesh
The flowing flesh,
And see the Void within.

I am large but I am empty,
Hollow as a gourd, a husk.
Tear me and the taut surface
Will collapse upon itself.

I hunger, ever hunger
For the things that fill others up 
And keep them satisfied.

                                                     And so I eat.

                                                     I eat Love, Acceptance, Self-Confidence.
                                                     I eat Hate, Loneliness, Rejection.

And ultimately,
I consume myself.

                                                     After all, 
                                                     Who else could stomach
                                                     The taste of me?

Details | Pantoum | |


Back to back we are bound
Hands tied, yet we defend
A treasure quite profound
Thought highly of by men

Hands tied yet we defend
Our innocence and pride
That for many has been bent
And, some have thrown aside

Our innocence and pride
Worth more than you possess
Although daily we are tried 
We are stronger than the rest

Worth more than you possess
Women own the power
Some sell it upon request
We prefer you climb the tower

Women own the power
A treasure quite profound
We prefer you climb the tower
Back to back we are bound

-Miranda Lambert-
**I will dedicate this to my little sister when she’s a little older :-)**
~Contest: Back to Back by: Paula Swanson~ 

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The Country District Nurse

The Country District Nurse

If you listened to the gossip down the street or at the mall,
That someone had been hurt, or had a fall,
You could bet your boots that she was there
With her navy blue bag, and her hat on her hair
Right up the front with those who did care,
Giving attention, and helpful to all. 
She had to get her facts right so she could tell it true 
How it happened, what was where, and who was who.
Opening her pad she’d begin to write
Of all she had heard and saw at the site
She had to make sure that she recorded it right 
For it could mean a lot to you.
She retired; the government said the service now not needed,
But it did not stop her giving to her district, for she heeded
Their calls, when the doctor was far away
In the city, at the clinic every day’,
He personally paid his Nurse to stay
To continue the service, unimpeded. 
When she got older and with fading sight
She did not stop caring to turn wrong into right
Whether around the corner or across the park 
She knew which dog was worse than its bark,
And if you weren’t home until well after dark,
She would keep her light burning all night.

Her happy cheerful nature is no longer seen in town
When they seek her for advice, she can’t be found. 
Her memory remains with the children, now grown,
As if they snuffle along with a cough and a groan,
With no nursing service like the one they had known,
They drive to the clinic; city bound.   

Details | Free verse | |

The Tic

Just a twitch,
started years ago,
no one knows this burden still exists,
held deep in my soul,
only letting go when I'm alone.
The world thinks I'm crazy,
tries to dissect,
comprehend what it all means,
when the tic wants to show.
The looks,
the stares,
the worry,
so I let it all build up,
tighten my soul,
my neck,
till I just have to let it explode.
So, there are days 
I just sit alone on my couch,
me and my twitch,
just letting it all out.
A tic,
something I try to keep unknown.

Details | Acrostic | |


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

                     ***Happy Easter Everyone***

Details | Rhyme | |


Vehemently tagging Victims
Impassively Impartial Illnesses Partake
Reveling in Recurrence and Replication
Unbarring any Understanding.....except Universal
Septum’s Of Organism’s Seeking Sinister Salvations 

A VIRUS…….is no mortification
Rather simply 
            unforeseen deceptive disguise  
Fervently Floating through our thick .....polluted skies~


Details | Rhyme | |

World Toilet Day

World Toilet Day

Can you imagine not having a toilet
Or privacy when you need to pee
Unthinkable in wealthy countries
But world-wide - - REALITY
In fact one in three people
Living in this world don’t know
Access to a working toilet
Or privacy when they must go
In order to raise our awareness
World Toilet Day has been proclaimed
And November 19th was established
As the day when our thoughts should be aimed
At changing this sad situation
And this world-wide problem we beat
On this we must all stand united
Until everyone can take a seat

Details | Free verse | |

A Hospital Stay - Part VI


                                                   Miracles and Miseries

The world resolved itself back into focus
As I lay amid the swarm of monitors
Still gulping the sword that brought me breath.

The worst now past
Many small miseries remained,
Chief among them the continuing mystery
Of my flooded, struggling lungs.

Finally I breathe well enough for the sword to be removed,
But the tests go on and on
The birth of each day bearing forth
Its own fresh indignity.

They give up guessing and haul me down again
To be opened anew and read for signs.

On the day this is done
The invisible agents of death outside
Decide to mock their pursuers
By leaving a tarot card at that day's shooting site.

They chose the Death card, of course
Revealing how little those 
Who choose to play God games really know
About the mystical.

Dreaming of omnipotence through dealing death
The unseen assassins miss their own meaning;
For this card signals change, the ending of present things.
They have unwittingly declared their game will soon be over,
Predicting their own demise.

Meanwhile the doctors make their own spread of me
And come up blank again.

     Once more I return to I.C.U.,
     Held together with staples.

     Once more the little agonies ensue:
     The sitting, the turning, the testing.

By night they come for my blood.
By day they come for  tests.
Always, in the background, the quiet moanings
Of we, the damned, condemned to medical Limbo
Roll on with the blind passage of hours and days.

     The English nurse comes, all brightness and bubble
     To heave my fragile self about;
     She's a welcome break in the monotony
     As my sustainers come and go.

Again the busy bedside conferences
And again the final admission
That all their probings have led down blind alleys.

A last-ditch effort is finally proposed:
Direct drainage of the drowning lungs.
To them this seems as a grasping at straws,
But to me it seems the one sensible solution,
And I look forward to it eagerly.
My inner mantra of "This too shall pass"
Is wearing thin.

Like a Christian martyr of old,
They pierce my back with their lance,
And the sea within that is drowning me
Finds its way out.

As the noxious waters within rush out,
Air surges into my grateful lungs.
From this moment, recovery becomes the new reality.

As I recover,
Indiscretion leads to capture 
Of the unseen terrormakers.

To the astonishment of all, 
They prove to be a dignified looking black man
And his enthralled protege' -
No prior convictions, no history of trouble 
Attached to them at all.

This is how our modern Destroyers come calling.
Well dressed, well spoken models of propriety.

Details | Sonnet | |

What's Cooking Good Looking

with muse in hand
a romantic longing is the plan
dinner at eight
I hope he won't be late

sherry filled to the rim
soft music for us to spin
candles on the mantel
slight ring of dinner bell

waft of curry stuffed chops
and potatoes creamy and hot
buttermilk biscuits on the side
and dessert for which he decides

this is how mom said to get to a mans heart
with a romantic dinner from the very start

Tribute To Romance

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
A Romantic Longing Contest

GL All

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

Details | I do not know? | |

Some Bully Have Cars

you drive pass 
with window in car 
and yet the street 
you drive on is not your concern 

it just happens to be me 
your so dam silly 
to think you will 
take me into your Social dreams
 your just a bully 
who like to bully from a far 

but if you don't like something about me  
just stop by and hand me some of that green  
or maybe you would like to dress me 

so if you can't put your money where you mouth is 
just drive the hell on by and don't look back 

because what you see is what you get 
and i won't let someone make me feel any less
just because I haven't 
rob or killed to pay for cheap thrills
does that make me any less?

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Haiku Cigarettes

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

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Geez Louise sneeze Louise Geez sneeze

Louise would you please,
Sneeze in your elbows sleeves.
Geez Louise, don’t even wheeze.
Louise, seize it at the knees.
Louise do not sneeze a breeze.
Be at ease, no spreading disease.
Louise your body has the keys.
Maybe you’re allergic to bees.
Please Louise, stay still; freeze.
Louise, you are blowing cheese.
Louise, be careful with these.

Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


Details | I do not know? | |


water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.

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Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional

Details | Couplet | |

Dirty Dan

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

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

                              But what if that was me
                              Crying out with such pitty

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

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

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

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

                             Drove by an hour later
                             Homeless camp wiped off roadmarks slatter

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

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Gobble Gobble

<                                           cobblestone streets where she strolls
                                             waiting looking  for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             dim lit streets she turns her head for another
                                             horn's blair people's stare all fair game
                                             liars cheaters she don't care
                                             waiting looking for her next clients
                                             lip stick skirt blouse boots she fluffs hair
                                             dim lit streets she  turns her head for another
                                             cobblestone streets where she strolls

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A Korean drink called Tsongsul
Translates as “Feces Wine”
Not listed in the guide books
But locals say it’s fine
We asked a local vendor
“Could I make this at home?”
The vendor said “it’s possible
I make my very own
I bake poop in my oven
250 for 30 minutes
I use mine and my kids poop
So there’s a little of us that’s in it
Cat bones give it flavor
Ash tree calms your nerve
Soaked in a pit with alcohol
Three months and then I serve
It’s a brown and quite clear liquid
That doesn’t smell at all
Perfected over centuries
And sold in my road-side stall”
Now I didn’t say we drank it
Or described its earthy taste
But leave it to Koreans
To not waste even waste

Anyone for drinks?

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DEATH WISH HAIKU A Musical History of Cigarettes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mall Walking

Like fruitless wanderers,
mall walkers slap their feet
in a rhythm
that goes nowhere.
Only round and round,
past mega-bucks sales;
pet store puppy mill reject dogs,
a merry-go-round for elderly exercisers.
Fitness for arthritic window shoppers.
Fashion pants do beckon,
'come forth and sally
ye nomads of the modern world.'

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

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
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

Details | Clerihew | |

Killing a Spy

Russian spy A. Litvinenko 
Had no heart, for a status quo;
But, when he revealed his odium, 
He earned the deadly polonium.

Details | Than-Bauk | |

with stealth, he soars

he has much wealth;
perfect health too.
with stealth, he soars

Details | Free verse | |

Christmas 2009

Recession made Christmas harder than ever before
Family’s splitting – money the core
Dad’s leaving to live on the street
So that young hungry mouths are able to eat
That some extra cash might be in the house
and children might learn what Christmas is about?
But without Dad gone, roof would be lost
for the bills are much higher – we can’t meet the cost
No longer can the average family budget
2009, jobs lost, even working struggle to afford it
Commercialism needs to stop building hopes and dreams
Childern don’t understand you are busting at the seams
Disappointment reigns as kids outside taunt and tease
No longer we fit in we’re all on our knees
Sinking. Even love has fallen apart
We don’t want this Christmas just haven’t the heart!
Expectation lower, depressions set in
Politicians not helping the hole we’re all in
Instead raising taxes they’ll crucify more
and this miserable life could be at your door
Will someone tell them that family should be together
sharing love, life, hopes dreams whatever they weather

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Dedicated to Autism and Family

No one knows how he feels,
unable to speak,
he can only rely
on his eyes
to share what lies

Hot topic on the news and
in hospitals,
Mommie wonders,"why him",
Daddy says, "I can't win"
and the story begins.
Controversy and disbelief,
dreams deferred and no relief.
Research incomplete.

The world shatters and
no one exists beyond right now.
Stomping and frustration
maximized silence to loud.
No words yet creativity at its best,
spiritual connection observed 
while attempting to rest.
An angel, a catalyst for change,
limited but potential so far out of range,
tears crawl.

Donations, sacrifices and education,
prayer and communication,
with those who have overcome the devastation.

Autism, is not a fatal condition.
Is is an opportunity to have faith 
in God's position.
Only special people can change the world.

Details | I do not know? | |

Letters of Enslavement to Mr.President Obama

i have seen the coming of a great social change
and do believe in my case it means no passing
to a free and health interchange of life's greater moments (not exchange)

this is about, the enslavement of my life
that is based on the the extra freedom of others
so i do scream
in my shy small voice
"I am in slaved in America"
and i am ashamed
and i am dirty under the light 
I have seen that enslavement in America
and it, is but a pen and paper of mind indicting lies (not induction)
and smile of the upper class, that have dreams of glory 
that are hidden by an exchange of networks
by which agent play under no supervision
playing psycho mind controlling games 
on the weak and poor
and will and do punishment  me
and yet i am still frighten and small
necked in the wet rain of tear and  Ritualistic Abuse

under this insane cry,
you will not see me
you can not hear me
for how can you here a kitten trapped
a thousand miles away
alone in a dark room
striped of its ability to fight back
with out the proper words to make you understand
I have been framed
i have been systematically Hypnotize
this is a rape to my soul
please see past the fake paper work
and look deeper
and find the cover-up
clean up and swept-out your house
that holds the deeds of yesterday

Details | Free verse | |

My Thing

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

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

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

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

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Silver Strands

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

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

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

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 | I do not know? | |

For They Are Many And Legion Is There Name

standing at the edge of no more time
I see the bottom of the grave 

it looks, of mud and cold without no rest in place 
malted ice flakes dancing in snow-ish rain  

i will not move 
no i can not move 
fear has taken over me

how cold 
how sad 
i do not know how to fight
this demon, who is not a demon 
but the DEVIL him self
he has a head 
with eyes and ears 
who do not get caught
for They Are Many 
and i am only one 

trust no one....
is not just a saying 
but a truth to live by 
for they know the price of blood 
and will sell out all who get in their way 

"My name is Legion, for we are many"
"Nomen mihi Legio est, quia multi sumus"(In Latin)

Details | I do not know? | |

The Dumb Mother Award Gos Too

the dumbest mother, award goes too... dumb
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

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 

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I’m gonna put my mirror back
It’s going on the wall
The place that it was meant to be
Before I had my fall

No more nightclubs that never close
No more pretentious mugs
No more outside the toilet door
Waiting for my drugs

I’ve ridden on this Tiger’s back
For fifteen years or more
Afraid that it would eat me up
If I stepped off to the floor

So deeper in the jungle
The Tiger went with me
So deep that my adrenaline
Took away my sight from me

Along the way there’s been some fun
There’s been some friends with me
Their Tiger is the same as mine
But each others we can’t see

The mirrors on the table
My reflection faces up
The only time I look in it
Is with my nose close up

For four days now I’ve sat in here
The curtains hide the light
Is it cos my Tiger
Only takes me out at night

I’m gonna hang my mirror up
It’s going on the wall
I’m getting off this Tiger now
I can’t face another fall

Details | Narrative | |

What's on the Cover

What's on the Cover
        by Amy Swanson

"Fat, fat, the water rat,"
the other children said - 
and she could never after
get that phrase out of her head.

Little girl would anxiously
await the time for play,
praying silently that they
would not tease her today.

Every recess was the same
and each day she would cry,
at times she felt so hideous
she wanted to just die.

She had to work three times as hard
to lose a little weight
while others could eat anything
that sat upon their plate.

She grew into her teen years
all too quickly she found out
that if her food did not stay down
no longer she'd be stout.

She knew that this was not the way,
a miserable eating plan;
but it made the teasing stop,
she even met a man.

She kept her secret very well
continued it for years
while going through life's motions,
hid behind her silent tears.

Folks would say "You're beautiful,"
but if they only knew
just what it took to stay that way
they'd have a different view.

Life goes on, and time went by
no matter how she tried
she never felt like she belonged
sometimes she sat and cried.

Society cares far too much
for lust of lovely things,
And those that don't like what they see
will quickly clip the wings

of someone else who won't conform
to this world's shape and image.
It matters not, their brains or heart,
it's more about the visage.

She raised her head and looked into
the mirror, with wet eyes
she shook her head and suddenly
she came to realize

she was as good as anyone
with so much love to give -
she'd died inside, a slave to scales
she now wanted to live.

She splashed cool water on her face
and made a solemn vow
today would be a fresh new start
beginning here and now.

This is not just one girl's story
many share her tale;
warnings of bulimia
oft met with no avail.

If only we could look beyond
the flesh of one another;
True value based on what's inside,
not what's on the cover.

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My First Cig Puff

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers
Stance of an emperor of a classy empire
The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers
One cig in hand smartens your attire

I remember my first cig puff,
How I held its butt between my lips
An air of curiosity traveled down my core
As a friend lighted for me its tip

The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy
And with pride I took my first puff 
Smoke dint seem finding space inside
And I burst out, it made me cough

That challenged me to attempt once again
This time I felt my smoke-filled chest
I was gagged, hooked for a moment
It was kind of a head rush… at its best!

That whiff of smoke changed everything
Nothing seemed at its best without one puff
Did it taste that good? Hell No!
Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough?

Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same
Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm
Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone
The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm!

I am not bad, don’t hate me
It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away
This addiction should only not invite my grave
Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Wishes of a Prosperous Year

I wish the best to you,

   And to those that you hold dear;

      And in everything you do,

         In the up and coming year,

            I hope it’s filled with cheer.

Happy New Year Contest - Written 12/30/11

Details | Light Poetry | |

Drinking from the Baby Bottle

Holidays come and holidays go, but the grocery store is a war zone.
You got to get there fast… or Honey you’re just plain out of luck!
My diabetic hubby drinks caffeine free diet soda and what luck…
You know the ones he takes to work... Only the little bottles are left…
I knew I was truly sunk when the 3rd store was just the same.
So as lunch came around, my manly man’s manly sized lunch came out.
But everyone became quiet and laughed as the baby sized bottle came out.
Everyone was laughing as my hubby drank it down.
Then he held it up and said “In your diapers” as everyone laughed around.
And to everyone’s surprise he pulled another one out from his lunch…
This time there was applause as he drank that sucker down.
Today was his day to entertain.
Tomorrow it’ll be someone else’s to claim.
Thank goodness his sense of humor… is worthy of acclaim…

Details | Free verse | |

Feel The Love

Diving deep, into the void, within
Washing, cleansing, myself clean
Trusting without expectation
Letting go of, what I am familiar with
Allowing the divine, infinite spirit to guide me
Teaching me how to live
Growing inside my heart and mind
Larger than my mind’s ego
As I consciously shed light, upon my self created burdens
Lighting up, my made up fears, my mind has believed, all these years
All the mistakes I have made, now become my greatest blessings
Showing me how to love, without attachment
Discovering, who I truly am

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 | |

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

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I Am A Spark Of Life

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

Details | Than-Bauk | |

Basic Mission

Have all my needs
All my deeds set
With seeds of life

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Ignorance meets Insanity

Seriousness settles in, like an old friend
Seriousness spreads like a disease
Infecting us, accelerating, our aging process 
Our youthfulness, our playfulness, slowly slipping away
Our wonder in life, diminishing
Seriousness leading to rigidness, pathway to small mindedness!

Days and years, rolling into one
Colourless, lifeless, mundane, dull and boring
“What day is it?”
“Don’t smile or your face might crack!”
Judgemental, cantankerous!
Pompous attitudes, of modern day man

Stubbornness and ignorance, clinging to what’s familiar
Seriousness, up tightness, humourless, imagination vanished, pathway to madness!
The mind focused on its self created drama’s
Fears constantly being stimulated, from our outside world
Personal insecurities, constantly being triggered, inside
The past lives on, the present forgotten 
What was once important, now, left on the back burner
Hard headed, victim orientated
Righteous, self absorbed
Emptiness, hollowness, helplessness

Seriousness and ignorance, walk hand in hand
Becoming, our best friends
The vampire suckers of vitality
Sucking the life, out of our personal goals and childhood dreams
Lose of faith, gradually, losing our way
Lost, amongst the thick of it
Not knowing any different
Everything becoming an illusion
Seeing things as it should be
In our own little universe, no one else’s!

Entrapment of the mind
Our, personal intelligence, laying dormant
Body and mind, riddled with dis - ease
Heart beating hard, starving for a substance, we call love
Numb, to the outside
Numb, on the inside
Going crazy!
Consumed with our own self created loneliness and separation
Ignorance meets insanity!

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The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick version 2

The shade of a swizzle stick frightened the drunk
Who's head bowed down in shivers of funk
Like leaves that cool when shriveled 'till shrunk
To swizzle our sticks in cool ice junk

Dum Drunken man with lids; his dreams
Erase each moment in flickers and seams
Won't die 'till morning; eyes form beams
When memories left forget it seems.

~The Shade Of A Swizzle Stick

Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

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

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

Details | Terza Rima | |


Two scales must always be within an approximate range
for an accurate weight, and the close relationship
between the Humankind and God must withstand any change.

Solutions must be found before catastrophe approaches,
and if we were caught by surprise, we would regret the outcome;
less trees should be cut down to make room for buildings.

Thieves, murderers and rapists should be held in contempt
and thrown into dungeons...instead of giving them cosy cells,
the Law admits that's just to punish, but inhumane to torment.

Nightly streets have been taken over by muggers, drug dealers
and prostitutes, now called escorts, haven't changed their lewd attitude;
even madams of the brothels open doors for the well-dressed sirs.

Society has gone mad, and it has condoned both sexes of equal desires;
never was Sodom and Gomorrah as iniquitous and lustful as this one;
God forbid...I entered this city and be found guilty of their perversions!

While on the outskirts, in run-down homes poverty duplicates its horrible woes,
politicians' corrupt hands are not seen...pocketing money that Congress approved; 
and the suffering of the poor is plagued by famines that turn into deadly diseases.

Crooked judges are manipulated by criminal defense lawyers who have handfuls of cash;
justice can never be served when criminals are given their parole, and the innocent, 
humble men are detained and put behind bars, because of their limited wealth.

Proud hearts see neither simplicity nor beauty in anything that evolves into splendid light; 
self-praise, greed, bluntness and invulnerability are the rules they live and swear by;
humbleness is unacceptable and's a virtue which diminishes their pride. 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.

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A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light. "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze. "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like, "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.

Details | Haiku | |

hospitals must help

hospitals must help
all who need medical care--
insurance or not

Details | Senryu | |

Breaking World Records

breaking world records…
the world sportsman of the year,
drugs related feat?

Details | Burlesque | |

Hungry Vagrant~

My tummy growls an empty swirl
Hunger stews inside my tummy
Weak from a lack of nutrients 
My heavy head seeks rest
With frailty ......I search incessantly 
Whence comes my next meal?
The question lingers with vigor
I ache for something to devour
Indulging the smell of restaurants 
Walking slowly past…..wondering ….
Could I eat an empty table’s leftovers? 

Not having enough wits to debate it
Taking initiative, I step over the railing
Grabbing a bread stick left on a plate
I fill my innards …..nothing satiates me
Looking up from the outside patio, 
Bread in my hand and my cheeks full, 
My eyes fixated on the waiter watching
I continue to chew and swallow what's left
Tucking the rest into my pocket
I step nonchalantly over the patio rail
Back onto the sidewalk with pride
Smiling content with my vitality intact.....
                                         .......... I walk on

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Born to cure by nature for we are Siamese twins,
though we`ve been separated from inception,
our tentacles and wings pilot the earth like fins,
Mixture of herbs and root led to our conception.

We have limits and boundaries when invited,
whether strong or soft effects we act the same,
we create multiple side effects when incited,
Our exploits are well known that they call us a name.

When we are invited to your home without license,
Be prepared for unusual attack and kicking,
Your ailment multiplies without measure;of what  essence?
these aggregated syndromes get more scientists thinking.

I`m better than my twin when we are being abused,
He is callous and vicious while I`m soft and kind,
Men still prefer him for his wealth;yet we are amused,
Dubious men make lots of cash from us which is hard to find.

Consequences!And they pay for these without measure,
Youth violence;going naked,swimming in crime like eel,
wanting to feel high and belong,but without pleasure,
Stop!stop this abuse!hard or soft we remained still.

They call me soft and my Sib hard or narcotic,
The unquenchable desire is not our making,
Greed!insatiable quest for more make them robotic
Now,colored with vices and deaths due to takings and faking.

Personification of drugs:Soft drug(I-the writer),Hard drug(my twin)

Contest:"PERSONIFICATION" sponsored by FRANK.H

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I snarl, bite and twist
tearing truth from rigid lips
cracked by virulent vapors
the kindling of Jesus’ manger
burning like a rancid piece of meat
diseased depravity tossed at hungry, mottled feet
as homeless children scour for a glass of truth
drinking from gourmet gutter water
polluted by profitable wonders
like sound proof autos
equipped with directions to political fundraisers
which promise compassion under a Chablis chuckle
So is ambivalence ambition’s bane
languishing like an innocuous acid rain
stinging Aids victims who are wasting without sleep
offering them a cheaper mortgage rate
as CEO’s build a better GNP
numbers sold to edify the American dream
suburbia draped in red, white and blue
never colorblind, merely imbued
like picket fences, family values, and barbeques
that perhaps someday it could be me and you
whether fighting tyranny here or abroad
sacrificing for the most worthy cause
that you’re never truly a patriot
until you pay the cost

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Sting to Sing

Star dust;
red powder on your lips
in the creases lit
against the moon...

Shadows luminescent;
rose water breath
and a needle to sew
the Milky Way closed...

You step to edges of mountains
and check the pulse of black expanses
with star dust,
rose water,
ink eyes and padded fingers...

Red powder on your lips
and the wailing songs of eternity
running through your veins.

Details | Tanka | |

Three Christmas Desires

Happy Santa Day
Here’s my short list of desires
I wish complete peace
My wish came true this very morn
My tree held exquisite cross

My second wish now
No more greed upon the earth
At the stroke of noon
Golden abyss circled world.
Tree had a smiley face bulb.

As this day ended
My third wish for no hunger
Became abundant
A note found, said "down-to-earth".
My tree now bore so much fruit.

written by
Cecil Hickman

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Break the Chain

Love is a gift served from the heart More precious than gold or the finest of art Unrecognized by those who choose to refrain From giving their all when love turns to pain Controlled by the fear of losing control Abused, abandoned no faith in their soul Instead of embracing the things that they lack They cower in fear too afraid of attack The chain becomes stronger the longer you wait Who is the next to become filled with hate? It strangles your will as you struggle in vain Give love unto others to fracture the chain

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Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown (Kyrielle Sonnet)

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Dance, sing, and eat all of your cake
It’s time to wear your dinner gown
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

Upon reaching the Big Six O
Spread and stretch on your patio
Wear your fancy dress into town
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

As you puff out the nice candles
Hold tight onto your chair handles
Smile today and let your hair down
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

It’s a great day to shake and bake
Happy Birthday Dear Carol Brown

© Joseph, 4/9/08
© All Rights Reserved

Comments:  Dedicated to my poet laureate friend Carol Brown.  The Kyrielle 
Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas and a non-rhyming 
couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the last line of each 
stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The French use the first 
and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This reinforces the refrain 
within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet normally is: AabB, 
ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

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I watched the Debate
between Obama and Romney;
I am kind of liberal and fair:
and I listened to both sides.

The Republicans favor broad tax cuts,
the Democrats are opposed. 
As far as prayer in school is concerned,
I favor the Republican Party...
giving some regard to the existence of God....
we can't become a nation of Atheists!

The Democrat Party demands
a specific deadline for the withdrawing of troops from Iraq
and Afghanistan...and isn't that great news for every soldier 
to be coming back home soon?

One last comment on abortion:
Republicans are pro-life,
but Democrats are pro-choice...
and for this reason I should vote Republican!

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Balance Within

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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these are not desperate times, these are times for contribution 
you are devoid of current circumstance 
and lacking in any forward motion 
if you are looking for more than less 
take any leftover position 
and turn it toward your command 
that is your accomplishment now 
that is your stand 

Details | Haiku | |

Blue Russian

fill glass with some ice -
add vodka coffee liqueur -
now splash on the blue

Details | Senryu | |

Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard

Details | Couplet | |

Here Take My Seat

<                                          Racial      Segregation
                                             One         Nation

                                              Why   Oh   Why
                                              Did   King  Try

                                              Right   Or   Wrong
                                              Everyone   Belongs

                                              Black     Or   White
                                              Put        Up   Fight

                                               Americian    Made
                                               Blood          Gave


                                                Share        Wealth
                                                Spare        Health

                                                 Rosa         Parks

                                                 She   Did   Bark

Entry For
Adeleke Adeite's
African Attitude





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Mass Slaughter Due To Lack Of Water

Water, as most of you will know, 
has the chemical formula H2O.
Now this essential liquid is, as well, 
in its natural form, devoid of smell, 
and also in its pure state, 
it's clear and clean and really great, 
for keeping living things alive, 
as without it nothing can survive.
Yes it really is such magic stuff, 
because without it things are really tough, 
and it often makes me stop and think.
each time I pour myself a drink.
What would I do if it all dried up? 
Turn on the tap, but an empty cup! 
Nothing from the pipes emanating, 
panic, as I'm not used to waiting.
This is not how it is for me, 
I live where rain falls frequently, 
and I can drink, shower and bathe too, 
as often as I'm wanting to.
But in other parts it rains only rarely, 
and people there, well they can barely, 
find enough water for their needs, 
to drink, to wash, to nurture seeds.
For them life is infinitely harder, 
they've learned to live with an empty larder, 
and simple hygiene is so hard to achieve, 
when the detritus of living, they have to leave, 
lying, rotting, stinking on the surface all around, 
polluting any water source in the ground.
Because of  the extreme poverty of these 'others', 
on my TV screen I have seen the faces of the mothers, 
whose children died because there has never been
access to water which is drinkable and clean.
Yes, something that we take for granted, 
because we were born, where we were planted!

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Sunlight's Blessing

You are perfect in every way,
A man I can never have,
Handsome and debonair,
Love a purity that penetrates the soul,
Distinguished and divine,
Flies like a summer breeze,
Refined and sophisticated,
A realm multi-dimensional,
Complex and layered conceptually,
God's chosen blessed with marriage,
I am simply like a monarch butterfly,
Fluttering past a warm wind,
You are like sunlight,
Warm and sometimes hot,
Simply unreachable,
A blessing to mankind.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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No, No, No

Mary, Mary, quite contrary said no too many times.
The boyfriend did cry foul, and left her standing in her prime.
But that’s OK I tell you, he wasn’t the right man to make a team.
And she was looking for true love, that illusive, lovely dream.

The important thing to remember is what this means to you.
Waiting can make sure that true love, is really, really true.

Details | Quatrain | |

eating the lotus

Mr. Eli is such a nice guy, 
his skin's a pretty Lilly white
'times when my placebo ain't workin'
my personal pill prescribing plight

generically i'm very uncommon
as i always fill the proprietary
Mr. Merck is the plan's official shaman
Sista Pfizer fills caps as secondary

my apathy ain't getting any better
but 'least now, i don't much care
linkin' addiction's such a fetter
pharmacologically way beyond compare

Paxil's take leaves us all depressed
patently dubious claims to prescribe
diseases mongering male pattern baldness
script me a cure for my hypochondria vibe

my Doc gets me a thirty day supply
and even calls my pusher's service
they'd never leave me high-'n'-dry
we'd all be sweatin', anxiously nervous

'cause ya see - they're just as hooked
on the green that passes in between
we both rely that the tablet's cooked
can't live without it and start to wean

now ya know why i'm a lotus eater
gonna be one for the rest of my life
claimin' health plan's deductible sweeter
gonna heal myself with ignorant blithe

the mix is extracted from the lotus
ground fine and refined to my creed
we all need a little somthin' for impetus
got my catharsis - my narcotic - my need

© Goode Guy 2013-01-16

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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

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Have You Thought About How Short Life Really Is

Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you’ve been given? We’ve all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God’s word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ’ death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus’ death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won’t you give to him your heart’s attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God’s love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton

Details | Couplet | |

The Love of Quiet Awakens Me

In the middle of the night, my eyes open wide!
Warm and cozy, my husband sleeps by my side.
Not a person is rushing; I hear myself sigh.
Some say it is a sleep disorder, but not I…

Up on my feet as my eyes start to blink,
I run to the potty then, grab a quick drink.
Relieved and refreshed, I do not go back to bed.
Out to the sun-room I rush instead.

There in the quiet I sit undisturbed.
Not one complaint; no one acting absurd.
My thoughts become clear, not one idea muddled.
No television roaring or football team huddled.

I sit all alone at my computer in silence
Pondering poetry and thinking of science –
It happens that way, a noiseless delight.
Crickets are singing in the middle of the night.

When all of a sudden what should I hear?
The alarm going off; time to get up, my dear!
The children all snuggled before time for school.
I turn off the clock and start the day's whirlpool.

© October 30, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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It's the unfair society:
from lenient judges
to corrupt attorneys
and with some bad cops
who claim that their motto is:
" To serve and protect "
Oh, no don't tell me that I am crazy: I don't trust the Law!
It's an insult to society or to the ones who wrote it!
Oh, don't tell me that murderous thoughts 
don't double-cross me to want to toss those offenders
into the slammer where they really belong!
I should be on that bench and give sentences
without showing sympathy or forgiveness!
One guy who had a bag of weed
was released the next day...
because it was his first offense!
It's foolishness...there were
two minors in that car:
wasn't it the fault of a lenient judge? 
Hookers, so-called Ladies of the Night
are more protected than the ordinary citizens,
some  wacko sees them as worthless beings
and kills them dumping them in marshes...
I am saddened by such murders, 
but they don't lead a clean life!
Oh, don't tell that God doesn't have murderous thoughts like me!
But when some of one of them tap on your window, as you wait 
for the red light to turn green, solicits sex for money...wouldn't 
anybody have a murderous thought and give them a nasty look?
Oh, don't tell me that sex doesn't sell everywhere!
It's so disgusting to see ads with semi-nude models
advertizing for the big companies: it's the buck, not the morality!
And worse than that some guys watch porn as they drive!
O society so filthy and shameless, you have become so immoral,
putting away the Commandments that Moses God carved with fire! 
It's wrong to hate a brother or sister,
and seek revenge with either curses or bad deeds...
slandering is not humane and compassionate;
if he or she did something love,
don't have murderous thoughts! The hatred
makes the gun go off quickly and the knife cut very deep! 
So goes for your neighbors, love them
as you would love your own and by spreading kindness:
darkness will be replaced by light,
and hate, ignorance and avarice by love!

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Susan Burch's contest,
" Getting Away With Murder/Murderous Thoughts "

Details | Imagism | |


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

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

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

Details | Verse | |

FREE 4 ALL part 1- structured prose recited

A milestone,a watershed,a tipping 
point sublime,to change the course
of, many lives,bringing peace of
mind.Concerns of health,age& dis-ease
free,now for one&all,without a fee,
without a plea for charity.
Listen to me recite these structured phrasis on youtube under my pen name icvhthyschiro

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I'm So Thankful For Everything

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

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Ode to a San Francisco Head

It’s that beat
arms around the porcelain
shared by music gods
a plenty

The Smash!
drowns the sweetness
as the 
carries away the wrong

with the Shrill!
stabilizing the united
tears make their way  
to reddened arms and
towards the heavens

now swaying with the
Ba Ba Ba!
images appear between
where truth and purity
are found

collapsing to rest
with a sweaty
upturned by reality
breathing hard is the 
Beat Beat Beat!
of paralysis

then dipped into the
icy mercy of a
and then a muffled
trumpets prayer

only to awaken to
a deafening
and an earth moving
only then experience
takes hold

Sa Sa Wop! 

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The acne vulgaris
Was rampant in Paris
From forehead to shin
It erupted all over the skin.

The blooming bachelor,
Living on wine and gin,
Frequented the whore,
And forgot his sin.

Three weeks later,
Developed an atypical ‘canker’
His family doctor
Diagnosed this as a genital chancre.

The Paris-acne is not ‘young man’s pinple’
Its cause is subtle and not so simple!
It’s a blunder of raging hormone,
The signature of a sin, long forgotten!!

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Lord I'm So Depressed Can YOU Help Me

Lord, Help My Depression...

My mind seems to be going
 "in every direction."
I often wander if I'm going
 through a depression.

The people I once loved...
 I love no more.
Life seems to be so "dry."
Rather "a bore."

My life seems to be 
"turned upside down"
There's no one to help.  
Nobody around.

Will you... God... listen 
to my call?
And accept me... 
Faults and all?

I know that you're listening
 to my desparate plea.
To love someone 
as lowly as me.

Thank you Lord for 
helping me along.
In your arms of mercy... 
 Is where I belong!

By Jim Pemberton

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No Dope Have To Cope

Dope head
      Just read

Medical marijunia
  Many states don't wanna

Flip this bill
     Said it wouldn't heal


   Seizers waaaaaa

They don't care
    And won't share

Any relief
   Good grief

Tired of  puking
   So  got mussing

 To  FDA
         Who just says

No dope
   Gotta cope

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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.

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These Three Words I LOVE YOU

These Three Words… I was thinking of something God spoke to me the other day. It was powerful and almost “took my breath away…” These three words; “I love YOU!” Were clearly spoken… I didn’t know what to do. I felt worn out and broken… I cried and waited for something to change from within. This “voice” I heard… Would I hear it again??? I looked for a bible. Any one I could find … I had to seek an answer to settle my mind. I opened up to the book of John and began reading… I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing... I read the first few chapters including John 3:16. About God’s love, which can make my heart clean I was so thankful and joy came deep inside. Bowing my head… I wept and cried. I was sorry for the many sins I had committed... Jesus forgave me… Now my sins are omitted! I’m so thankful for the gift of life I’ve received. When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!! I am drinking of the living water that never shall run dry. God has promised: “all of your needs. I shall supply! Thanks be to God! Glory and praise I shall give him! Won’t you give him a chance? He’s here to listen! He alone can do what no other power could ever do! The words he speaks to everyone are; “I LOVE YOU!” Listen to his words… It’s a heart-felt invitation… You too can receive his mercy and salvation! By Jim Pemberton 01/28/11

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Woke up with a terrible headache,
pounding this brain, spoiling the taste
of the delicious mocha coffee I sip;
tired of watching the urban morning news,
troubles abound, so do my Holiday blues.

And a blank mind void of inspiration
adds to my unbearable, changeless woes;
wouldn't someone cheer me up, and with a convulsion,  
revive my weak breath risking annihilation?
Fresh air, crisp and fragrant, is needed into my lungs. 

A blue and bright sky isn't sought after when it's frigid,
all my body wants to do is keep itself warm by this fireplace,
watch the log's fire rising amid the reddish bricks of the chimney walls...
imagining throngs of scintillating fireflies float on a mild summer's evening;
wouldn't a hot bowl of chicken soup will revive me and do me good? 

And a blank mind void of inspiration
can spend a whole day in idleness when thoughts do escape;
and once they are gone, they are lost forever to memory and vision,
but wouldn't this be an horrible thought to hold them in my grip,
wanting them to stay...not to connote guilt?

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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FREE 4 ALL part 2 structured prose- recited

The glass ceiling broken through,
pulled down.Secondary education
free for all.Liberty to learn,gratis
without a charge,unfettered at last 
from privilege and class.To cultivate 
inherent gifts,to be instructed and 
informed.One day in 1944,each
barrier was thrown away.

to me recite these structured phrasis on youtube under my pen name icvhthyschiro

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Trim Mr Claus

Trim Mr. Claus

Trim Mr. Claus the headlines all read
Trim Mr. Claus the doctors all said
Trim Mr. Claus or he’ll end up dead
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus what’s that all about
Trim Mr. Claus he’s diabetic no doubt
Trim Mr. Claus he probably has gout
That fat guy has got to slim down

Trim Mr. Claus and cut off that beard
Trim Mr. Claus that’s the part children feared
Trim Mr. Claus the critics all jeered
That fat guy has got to slim down

And now that the country has all gone PC
No one gets away with living life free
Everyone answers to the powers that bee
That fat guy has got to slim down


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.

Details | Free verse | |

A second chance

What it must be like inside your head,

To come to a decision that you are better off dead.

To think that there's nowhere life to turn,

A peaceful life is all that you yearn.

Convinced that talking to family and friends,

Will only make matters worse in the end.

They don't need to hear your problems,

You think they've got their own.

But if only you had known.

They are there with you through thick and thin

Family since your life did begin.

They have picked you up when you have fell,

So give them the chance now and your problems do tell.

There is much more to life than just this way,

So please convince your head that you want to live another day.
copyright(c) Susan Logan 2012.

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WHY Am I Here

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Jesus Gave To Me What Drugs Could Never Give

There was a time when I felt so lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.
I thought that drugs would give me what I needed.
The “danger signs” in life, I no longer heeded.

I soon learned about “joints” and “tricks.”
All I lived for, was to get “another fix.”
I felt no right or wrong, no guilt or shame.
Then one night an “angel of mercy”  called my name. 
“Jesus loves you” were whispered
into my ear. 
Without help-I knew—death was so near!

This “angel” gave me a place to rest my head.
He seen that I was clothed, bathed, and fed.
His words were filled with a message of hope.

I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.
This “angel of God” gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's wonderful salvation. 
I traded my “ashes”for God's mercy and grace.

I now have joy in my heart & a smile on my face.
God's love can do what no drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... He is waiting for YOU!!

By Jim Pemberton

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His Love For Your Pain... "It's hard to see someone I love go through so much pain." Were the words I heard that night I called on Jesus' name. "This person whom I love, has gone through so much." "How I wish to bring my peace and healing touch." I cried and wept, as I heard the master's voice. His gift of love is for all of us... It's our choice! His body was broken... A sacrifice was made. His life for our sorrow and pain, is what he gave. His grace is more than sufficient for the pain we endure. His love and commitment to you, is true and secure. He loves you so much. He waits at your heart's door. He gives peace and comfort. And so much more! The pain and suffering you're going through today. Please listen to the words Christ has to say. "I am El-Shadaii." "Jehovah-Jireh." "Your very best friend." "My love and devotion to you will never, never end." By Jim Pemberton

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I Got Dough {Solfege}

Do -  do   -        a female la beer
Re -  re    -        a drop of re beer
Mi  -  mi             without my mi beer  
Fa-    fa -           place to drive to get ti beer
So  -  so   -        you ran out of mi beer
La   -  la   -         la de da la de da I'll wait for la beer
Ti  -    ti    -        spilt spilt ti beer so no more more of la beer

Do - Do              Do la la think I'm sexy after about six six so beers  LOL 

Got Beer !
Over The Lips Thru The Gums
Look-out Stomach Here It Comes LOL

Also Entry For Izzy Gumbo's Solfege Contest

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I Can't Break This Habit Lord Help Me

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton 

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Better Tomorrows

deal with hurt feelings
before you become depressed --
better tomorrows

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Just One Good Deed

Do one good deed this year
Bring out joy, and good cheer.
Make it loving and sincere.
Voice it loud and clear.
Sympathize with everyone here.
Forward it all over the sphere.
Spread love outward, not just near.
Don’t let the pace alter or veer.
Let Gods’ true vision appear.
Lend your knowledge in revere.
Let his word be ultimate premier.
Love life real; keep it dear.
There is nothing in life to fear.
Not even death, if you really cohere.
Yours, mine, existence never unclear,
Don‘t just sit around on your rear.
Do good deeds, it will spread to a peer.

Written for

Sponsor Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 
Contest Name Good Deeds 

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Beyond Belief- Your Tax Dollars At Work

This is too bizarre to make up, and can only be in the USA;

Social Services sent me a letter
They would stop my services unless
I sent them a copy of
the letter they sent me

Bizarre?  It gets weirder.
Henceforth, my case manager
requested from them,
A copy of said letter,
So she can send it back to them

No wonder I'm crazy.

In the meantime, all service halted,
all prescriptions unfilled,
And all logic out the window.

Only in America!

Details | Choka | |

Moon Effects

Before thru after
Deaths by three always follow
Crazy antics from the sick
These terribly true
Proven by natural ways
One act of full moons displays.

Full moons way depletes.
Taking human energy,
Whacking hormonal balance,
Both female and male,
Both differently but same
Each one resides in the game.

Full moon affects plants.
Without it, would not have chance.
To sprout, live another day,
Mother Nature’s plan,
Gods full natural design.
Beautiful cycles complete.

Date Written

written for
Sponsor Russell Sivey 
Contest Name What Happens During A Full Moon? 

written by
Cecil Hickman

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I know what you’re thinking
I ought to stop drinking
But with finances shrinking
I don’t know where to turn
Stock and bonds and mutual fund
All are on a downward run
And so the drinking has begun
I don’t know where to turn
No payments made so they’re repossessing
All my things – my life’s so stressing
Drinking is my only blessing
I don’t know where to turn

But then I was invited in
To where the healing can begin
I found a means unto the end
Now I know where to turn
No one judging, no one scolding
Open talking – no withholding
A new direction they are molding
This is the place to turn
It doesn’t solve financial woes
That’s not the way the program goes
Encouragement’s what they propose
There’s a better way to turn

So don’t try to solve this on your own
You need some help, you’ve always known
And AA works – results have shown
Here is the place to turn
So come on in, sit down a spell
You’ve got a story I can tell
This is the place where you’ll get well
Start with this when it’s your turn

Hi.  My name is __________________
And I am an alcoholic

I meant to post this on teh 10th but it slipped by.  While I have never used the service of the AA, I know of some who have and some more that should have.  Bob Smith founded AA and June 10th, 1935 (Dr. Bob Smith’s sobriety date) is considered the birthday of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Details | I do not know? | |

Stem cell sonnet

"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You really can't swim in this world like a father."

"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You'd kill all the earth just to feel a bit stronger."

'I'd never ask you to snuff your daughter.
I feel your pain, I feel it also.
My daughter with Parkinson's is just treading water,
With stems she could swim and live even more so.'

The battle for a future, the battle is here.
Poor people without health care, do you even care?

Details | Light Poetry | |

The Way Things Were

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

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

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

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

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

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You can be a new creation... old things passed away! In Christ... YOU can be a brand new person today! You can be totally transformed by Jesus--your savior! You were designed by him-- your loving creator! He alone can transform you in a brand new creation. By a Holy Ghost inspired blood transfusion! His blood can 100% make your life clean. And give you a reason to shout and sing! Singing praise to Jesus-- the Lord of all! Why not reach out and give him a call? He can be reached with p-r-a-y-e-r. And can change your life this very hour! It's no secret how much God loves you. He's here right now... what will you do? Allow him to be change you and cleanse within. A new creation in Jesus is where true freedom begins! By Jim Pemberton

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Ah, I really know 
this poem
from the heart, the 
very same way I know my dear wife
in the dawning chill.

Rhyme reaps aged mind,
alliteration immerses
into the emotional sea, 
sun rays darting 
my skin, tenaciously free of boozes. 

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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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It started once in chocolate,
It ended up in coke,
It found its way in music pangs,
Like vipers deadly fangs…
This poison spread like fire,
Throughout each state and home,
Now that it’s an epidemic,
To legalize they’re prone.
It started in candy,
Then ended-up in schools;
It spread when they thought the Bible...
"Was not-a-good Golden-rule...!”
It started in the homes,
When kids had nowhere to play;
It took its toll and boomeranged-,
Back on our heads to stay…!
Now it’s in our churches,
For each old aged-gran;
‘Cause Steroids aren’t just for boxers,
It’s for everyone across the land.
It seems the government has the market,
For every cause and lure; 
Oh yea, drugs are really big business,
Or they would have found a cure! 

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Does it reflect a false perception 
Its reflection can be a weapon 
Look closer what do you see? 
To yourself are you being true
The image you see is God’s art work at it’s best
You just don’t understand that you are so blessed
People want to change what reflects their true identity
Now when they do make that change they just created the enemy
To me it is really a pride thing or a jealous alter ego
But ask yourself when you look in the mirror to see who is in control
We human beings are never satisfied 
No matter how much we try
So much for so little
I bet you want mines too even what is in the middle
I call it identity theft
Or larceny of God’s gift
Just look around you everyone seems insecure
To alter your appearance to please others is immature
“Mirror on the wall tell me what you see?”
I see so many people not pleased with God’s temple (the body)
1 Corinthian. 6:19-20  "Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy 
Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; 
you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,"

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A Thank You to the Nurse

A rhyming thank you written in verse
To the wonderful women and men who work as a nurse
They do so much more than just first aid
Considering their responsibility they should be better paid

They assist in the process of creation
They are even responsible for drug calculation
In crisis situations they aid in evacuation
Nurses need to be treated better across the whole nation
They are faced with the challenge of an ageing population

They work overseas and help the poor
For those incapacitated they come to the door
They are on the front line during times of war
They have a duty of care legislated by law

On a daily basis they are faced with death
They are with a patient for their last breath
They work long hours without adequate pay
They face trauma and grief day by day

They have to work at a rapid pace
Often having to rush from place to place
Due to cutbacks they are often short of staff
In some areas staffing is less than half

Our healthcare system is in a state of demise
C’mon you politicians give nurses a pay rise
They deal with patients who are disorderly or wild
They provide comfort to parents of a child

They encounter various problems with people’s health
They don’t discriminate the poor or those with wealth
They assist in the prevention or destruction of disease
They are expected by some to do this with ease

They are ordinary people doing extraordinary acts
Don’t question them unless you know all of the facts
They deal with issues that cause stress
They treat patients who are in distress

They deal with patients who want to fight
They deal with patients who sometimes bite
They help patients who are deaf or without sight
They work seven days a week both day and night

They assist a patient who has lost their mind
Their mannerisms are generally pleasant and kind 
Only recently have they been given reasonable superannuation
The government must do more and increase remuneration 

They are highly educated, instructed and trained
When facing trauma their uniforms can get blood stained
They deal with cuts, abrasions and breaks
Constantly they have to avoid making mistakes

Nurses without a doubt do a wonderful job
They are the blood supply that keeps our hearts a throb
I am so proud that I have a sister who is a nurse
To you my sister and your peers I give you this verse

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He was a very handsome man,
not filthy, unshaven or ashamed...
once he held a cardboard that said,
" Help me with whatever you can! "

Yesterday around the corner, he held out an empty cup of coffee
without saying a word, but his sunken eyes of beggar
had no strength to remind others of his unfair destiny... 
eyes that told a sad story to friends frequenting the local bar. 

He told everyone sipping a drink that he was forced to beg for bread
when his bad health became the curse of Hell,
then he lost his beautiful wife and children...the ones he happily held
to his hilarious heart when everything went well. 

" I will rise from the ashes! " he solemnly promised himself,
" But in the meantime, that cup will get me the money to survive...
some folks will give me dirty looks, walk away and laugh:
who wouldn't give me a quarter or a dollar to keep me alive?

At night he slept in a shelter down the busy block,
and he always carried a pain-killer to relief his headache...
he wore a wooden shining cross around his droopy neck
and kissed it twice when money dropped in his cup.

Today he looked totally different: well-groomed, wearing suit and tie;
he greeted me as I tried to hand him ten dollars for a chicken pot pie, 
" Thanks, buddy for your kindness, I no longer need your money...
the Lord has finally healed me: I am bound for prosperity! "

Details | I do not know? | |

The Fat Lady Winges (2005)

She starts of winging
Then cries of binging
She puts on more weight
And throws me slate
Neurotic fat lady can’t see me for who I am
I’m a woman who’s a sheep but looks like a lamb
I don’t call her fatty so why call me bones
If I fight back she’ll cry over ice cream cones
Some are naturally slim and some are fuller
Sometimes it’s uncontrollable like your colour 
Stop picking on me and sort out your own weight
I have food and not guilt in my plate
It’s in my genes so argue with God
I’m not anorexic my metabolism is odd

I’m not under of over weight; I’m muscular, lean and slim –naturally

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Blessed Are YOU Who Trust In The Lord

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Spinning faster
Forever speed seeking
Constantly lost to disaster

Details | ABC | |


                All I’d like to say is 
	Being me like being you isn’t easy
	Crying, caring on, calling on 
	Dog on near anybody
	Easily, evil or equally
	Far out of  me
	Gassed, as I am
	Halt! Who are you?
	“I’m daughter of eve, and you are a mere 	
	Jester of leave, so
	Kindly remove your hand from my sleeve”
	My being me like you is fascinating
	Not so 
	Obvious or
	Particularly quiet
	Rational ?
	Time will tell if 
	Under a 
	War you will 
	Your life of mine, after 
	Zen will come bursting in

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Birth Control

It's against the law to kill someone,
who hurts you in some way.
But murder is always justified,
by mothers everyday.

When you think about abortion,
do you see the child inside?
The babies life you want to stop,
has no where else to hide.

You tell yourself many things,
like it doesn't have a soul.
Think of the future your about to destroy,
by using birth control.

There are many ways to save it's life,
for the mothers who do not care.
And adoption is the answer,
for a couple in despair.

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Do You Feel Like You've Been Defeated

Do you feel like you’re “worn out” and defeated?
Like nothing in your life has really been completed?

Do you feel like your life is going “downhill” fast?
And wonder how much longer you’re “going to last?”

Do you feel like you’ve hit too
 many “bumps in the road?”
The weight upon your shoulders feels like a “heavy load?”

Do you feel like you just can’t take it anymore?
You may wonder if anything in
 life is worth living for...

Do you want to hear some good news I have to bring?
I can tell you of someone who can 
take care of everything!

Do you want to know of someone 
who can change your life today?
His name is Jesus, and he can take
 all of your problems away!

Do you want to allow him to change
 your life throughout?
This is what HIS love is really all about!

Do you want to experience the power of God within?
Knowing what it means to be forgiven and born again…

If this is what you want and what
 your heart wants to gain.
Simply reach out to Jesus and call 
on his name…

He wants you to know and to completely understand.
He’s here right now and waits 
with an outstretched hand…

He wants you to know…  He really does love YOU.
Why not start today?  And be made BRAND NEW!!!

By Jim Pemberton  

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Confess That You May Be Healed

Confess…  That You May Be Healed!

I heard a preacher preach on a topic so very real
“Confess your sins to one another that you may be healed.”

This part of scripture...  It was very true and evident.
This is a truth of healing that’s still relevant.

The Bible speaks; “confession is good for the soul”
This is a part of scripture that’s good to know!

Why is this not happening as the days are getting “worse?”
While many in church struggle with sin’s “curse?”

I think it’s perhaps we just have too many “busy-bodies.”
They seemed to focus their concern on “everybody.”

Rather than spending time with God and pray.
Many tend to seek the local “news of the day.”

We need people that are filled up and seek God’s Spirit.
So when someone needs some prayer.  They can give it!

We need followers of God, not burdened down with sin.
People sold out to Jesus and truly born again!

Perhaps then, will confession among 
God’s people take place.
Speaking to one another in humbleness and grace!

May the touch of God bring sweet comfort and joy.
It’s his healing ,that we have the opportunity to enjoy!

It’s coming together in Christ we certainly belong!
Though we are weak…   HE remains strong!

He is faithful to do whatever we may think or ask…
Only HE can bring a healing that will always last!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Free verse | |

Wishing You The Very Best

Three wishes
Illuminating dishes

First one
  No gun

Communication is the key

Second asking
   Sun's basking

For no light World would be cold lonely and dark

Third request
  Loves zest

After all it's what makes the world go around

Details | I do not know? | |

Who are These People Pt 2

who are these people?
where did they come from?
of all the aromas in existence, the foul smell from the mouth of an 87 year old man
who has had gingivitis for 32 years
and has had rheumatoid arthritis in his wrist for the past 23
making it difficult, almost impossible to brush his teeth
is unquestionably the most repulsive characteristic of my job.
the bumpy, but crater filled skin that covers majority of guests
shows the degeneration caused by poor nutritional choices
an overall lack of physical exercise, 
and a lifestyle filled and toxified with consumerism and media injected promotional poison, 
they buy, and buy then buy some more
actually believing that the need the items they purchase
knick knacks, glass coasters, another Friday night dress
more liquor, more cigarettes, more disease, 
another pair of shoes, a DVD, 
consume, consume, consume
till their souls are consumed with materialistic so called needs
a new belt, more beer, more stress another year
buying things to bring gratification , trying to remove the fear
hats, drugs, amusement parks, comedians
sex shops, fancy cars, impulsive desires, 
new computer, new thrill, another method of destruction
years of being killed now can’t even carry on a discussion.

Details | Cinquain | |


Non-barrier personable
Gratitude, likeable, companion
Counsellor, supporter, minded, polite

Details | I do not know? | |

Stem cell epigram

This building is burning to the ground.
Save the old man or save the baby we found?
"He knows what TV is, he's already going down."

Details | Rhyme | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Two - Asylum Daze

This joke has worn thin, it’s a membrane of gauze 
which insulates feelings and never gives pause 
to express the frustrations, self hatred and fear 
of existence defined by lung-blood and beer. 
Each day is a nightmare, each night sheer hell 
when I can’t rid myself of the memory and smell 
or the stress and the strain of a pointless day’s toil 
in a cracked sort of twilight that tastes of dead soil. 
Anaesthetized, programmed, my mind running cold, 
fixed smile on my lips that feels centuries old;
through urine and faeces and bile and despair 
I try hard not to tear out what’s left of my hair. 
What a mindless profession I’ve taken to heart
in this war of attrition that rips lives apart;
there’s no wisdom, no succour, no comfort to give, 
no cure for the stricken or chance they will live. 
Brain cells are miasmas of stark atrophy, 
behaviourally slaughtered, wild thoughts roaming free 
through a fairground of broken up structures and dreams 
in a wasteland of dopamine ricochet screams. 
Dazed and confused and disorientated, 
the crippled and aged whose minds have stagnated 
in leather bound skulls housing dull vacant eyes 
as they stumble their way to a thoughtless demise. 
King Solomon, people, don’t live in this place, 
we pretend that he does but it shows on my face;
I’m deluded and burnt-out, a white coated shell 
and if anyone cares here they’ve hidden it well. 
Their time was up years past, they’ve only reliance, 
preserved and half pickled by medical science;
a loved one, a husband, a wife or a friend,
parked up a cul-de-sac, right ‘round the bend.
Yet they’ve lived more than I have, these sad walking dead,
I’m the garbage man mercenary perched at the bed,
I am lifeless, less feeling than they’ll ever be:
if you don’t fool with dead things then don’t fool with me.

Details | Blank verse | |


Water glass up-side down.
Why do you have that frown ????
Need water soapbox clown.
Can't live without that drink.
Vomit into the bathroom sink.
Water has a putrid stink.
Baby needs some water.
Better off at the florist.
Call the people in congress hall.
There all at the ball.
Who then can I call ????
I'm only a few feet tall.
So I must die in horror ways.
ACID_RAIN water gives me pains.

2006 from ????


Details | Rhyme | |

These Three Words I LOVE YOU

These Three Words…

I was thinking of something God 
spoke to me the other day.
It was powerful and almost “took my breath away…”

These three words; “I love YOU!”  Were clearly spoken…
I didn’t know what to do.  I felt worn out and broken…

I cried and waited for something
 to change from within.
This “voice” I heard…  Would I hear it again???

I looked for a bible.  Any one I could find …
I had to seek an answer to settle my mind.

I opened up to the book of John and began reading…
I realized it was Jesus… That my life was needing...

I read the first few chapters including John 3:16.
About God’s love, which can make my heart clean

I was so thankful and joy came deep inside.
Bowing my head… I wept and cried.

I was sorry for the many sins I had committed...
Jesus forgave me…  Now my sins are omitted!

I’m so thankful for the gift of life I’ve received.
When I came to Jesus and simply believed!!!

I am drinking of the living water
 that never shall run dry.
God has promised: “all of your needs.
 I shall supply!

Thanks be to God! Glory and praise
 I shall give him!
Won’t you give him a chance?  He’s here to listen!

He alone can do what no other power could ever do!
The words he speaks to everyone are; “I LOVE YOU!”

Listen to his words…  It’s a heart-felt invitation…
You too can receive his mercy and salvation!

By Jim Pemberton    01/28/11

Details | Narrative | |


He sits at a booth and orders for everyone:
"Eliza will have a strawberry lemonade
and a salad, no dressing;
Hubert will take an ice-cold beer
to wash down his steak;
my grandmother, here, will have the chicken
and green beans;
and I suppose I'd like the duck."
The waitress responds to his requests:
"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but I’m terribly confused.
I see no Eliza to serve a lemon or salad;
and Hubert’s not here to prove he’s of age.
Your grandmother, dear, I’m afraid isn’t here;
and we don’t have duck here to put on your plate.
I'm sorry to say, mister, 
but you are alone.
No one is here with you tonight."
He stares up at her, baffled—
two tangled prisms absorbing dim light
"Miss, I insist, please bring me the food.
My friends and I have grown weary
from battle and war and we need to dress our wounds. 
Miss, can’t you see that we’re brutally beaten?"
"Sir, I’m sorry to say that you are not damaged
or beaten in any kind of way. Your clothing is bright
and your hair is all combed. 
You are still very much alone."
He stands up straight and sighs,
"a man is born alone and so, alone is how he dies."

Details | I do not know? | |

Have and the have nots

grabbing at straws the luck of the draw
some live big some live raw
a few like gods on hills of gold
every things fine just do what were told

A man on the corner needs something to eat
money walks by thinks dirty deadbeat
separated so the poor don't offend
at least when your down no need to pretend

late at night at the castle on the hill
a drunken success pops another pill
doesn't talk to his kids doesn't have real friends
his wife loves spending and the hottest new trends

a mother and her children prepare for the meal
what little there is seems so surreal
Everyday she struggles to provide
all she has is love and great strength inside

the driver takes him to the company he owns
he makes money by working others to there bones
always watching for a worker whose down
to remind them hes got the best jobs in town

eight sharp she takes the bus into work
she works for sol ittle just to please some rich jerk
the boss points out maybe its time for some new clothes
hes pays so little cares nothing for what she owes

the girls need braces but theres no way to pay
she smiles real big and says well get em someday
but shes knows she probably wont ever afford
she can barely make rent on her own accord

when he enters his mansion he feels quite alone
a beautiful house but know sign of a home
he decides it be better if workers lost there medical coverage
the company will save and even the overage

two people so very different one thinks hes what most people want to aspire to
the other wonders how long she can hold two sick days she'd be out on the street
the first one is selfish drinks every night avoids his family and lies a lot to
the second is down but will never give up and her children love her she is so sweet

these two people we see everyday I'm willing to bet you may look away
she just doesn't know how to save irresponsible i hear people say
when you see the man in his top notch suit and perfect smile
i hear people say what an outstanding man i like to talk for a while

When i see the man in his thespian role i feel a ting of pity in the heart in the soul
all the money doesn't help him see the person he his the one he could be
when i see the women struggle all day i wonder why we aren't all this way
her strength and courage virtues indeed a path of love is always richer then  one of greed 

Details | Rhyme | |

Is Your Life Running On EMPTY

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  

Details | I do not know? | |

Supersize Me

I'll have a #3
no onions and,
can you hang on a second?
I need to make an appointment.
Dr. Jones.
My Lipitor prescription needs refilled.
Okay, see you on the 14th then.
I'm sorry,
can I get that with extra mayo?
uh, yeah, sure
supersize it too.
Two apple pies for only a dollar?
Yeah, go ahead 
add those.
Did I say no onions?
oh, okay.
Diet Coke please.

Details | Rhyme | |

Be Sane

All that we retain
We must maintain
So we should refrain
From the inane
So we can sustain
And remain
Without blame

Details | Ottava rima | |


He chose the illegal way,
instead of honesty and prayer,
to deny his sordid existence with the blankest stare;
and while tragedy strikes home,
he can't evade those prisons' walls and run free
to comfort with his shallowness a wife drowned in sorrow,
struggling to make a living,
giving more density to an empty feeling...

An incarcerated father,, temporarily alienated 
from society,while his kids' dreams are incinerated;
had he been a good dad like others have,
nothing of this sort would have goodbye, no tears!
Fathers, ponder over this and spare them many useless heartbreaks!  
Never let them see you dragged in chains to a courtroom,
and  feel the humiliation of the harshest words from a furious judge!
Is this what you like to hear and not change anytime soon?  

What makes any man desire 
others' possessions that they earned with their sweat;
what makes a dishonorable human being seize,
by a swift and injurious hand, what isn't his?
Desperation and deprivation play their role,
to bring to completion the Devil's schemes of deceit;
any remorse, not to suppress guilt, and make this sin remissible:
to erase everything from his conscience consumed by greed?

An incarcerated father, dreaming of those innocent faces,
he condemned in hell without any fault of their own; heartless father,
take another look at them and see how they shiver;
they would like to hold you, but something holds them back...
if you are capable of carrying out the evil in you and hurt strangers,
how will they ever trust you and not see that as a possible threat? 
Untrustworty and unworthy have failed as a dad;
and would they understand and rescue you from the inferno you've created? 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Quatrain | |

What 3 sins seem to cause most evil in the world

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


Details | Burlesque | |

Methheads of Mo-Town

Oh, just live for once in your life.
Oh, just die for once in your life.
Overwrought by confusion and strife.
Overtaken by a magical, mysterious phenomena.
Memory of mad months, memories of unexplainable phenomena.
Skin and bones are colliding, phenomena's not playing fair!
And you wonder if in the beginning you thought to care.
Plea to the gods of giving, recovery is rare.
Another statistic ... Another Methhead of Mo-Town.

Details | I do not know? | |

Purple purpull

Is a place
of vertueSilence
screaming sielent, the waves brekoned a beakon
Shouted wave, waved

this is a joint poem by two people. 
It like a dream time poem

Details | Rhyme | |

Are You Discouraged Feel Like Giving Up Without A Job

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 

He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 

If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 

I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 

This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Blank verse | |

The Hospital Trilogy Part Three - Bedlam No More

Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze;
all is empty. 
No actual cells, no straw on cruel stone floors
or padded walls,
reality is cracked linoleum and Formica;
all is quiet. 
The local Bedlam towers black,
decaying dead slumber,
etched against a red-tinged horizon. 
No movement now within the confines
of her walls,
other than upon the evenings of the
Autumnal moon, when perhaps
resonances of the past send strange
drifting spectres to walk the balconies
and pace the grey great hall,
acting out the bygone dramas of this home,
this refuge, Asylum. 
Those who would dare to 
venture here
on such tragi-comic nights would see;
but no one comes here and no one sees
and all too few care or understand,
for all that is past are now dead memories,
and all that is to follow
is the truest madness... 

Details | Senryu | |

Soldiers Coming Home

soldiers coming home
unwanted war continues
inside their worn heads

Details | Epulaeryu | |

Come On I Want Smore

Ideally assembled right
Sinfully scrumous
Molten mountain gooeyness
Skewered fashioned drive
Do you want
Smore !

Details | Free verse | |


Anxiety of worries
stresses in life
emotional fears
rigid in perception
patterns unbroken
frozen in movement
from opportunities passed.

Avoiding of participation
sitting on the sidelines
watching in slow motion
the fear of dying
hearts racing fast
in much anticipation
reclusive and isolated
from the world
passing you by
trapped in a prison
that is no lie
immobilized I cry.

Details | Rhyme | |

Is Your Life Running On Emprty Fumes

Is your life running 
on empty fumes?
Are the adversities and stress
 of life being consumed?

Any zeal and passion for God
 may be in the past…
You wonder; “How long is life
 going to last???”

Perhaps you feel like your
 anchor’s “been lost at sea…”
And ask; “Lord…  
Why is this happening to me?”

Things in life often
 catch us “unaware…”
You may ask; “does anyone
 out there really care?”

There is someone who
 can help you along!
In Jesus’ arms of mercy
 is where you belong!

He walked this earth and 
calmed the sea of Galilee…
He’ll calm the storms
 of life for you and me!

Won’t you give him a chance... 
 To calm your fears?
And allow his love to
 wipe away any tears?

He’ll bring peace to a
 hopeless situation…
All you need to do… 
 Is to give him an invitation…

The choice is yours…  
It’s your decision to make!
Won’t you do it now?  Before it’s too late???

By Jim Pemberton  

Details | Lyric | |

Young Gun

Verse 1

So young
One gun
How dumb
I'm stunned
He's done

My son
My son

Verse 2

His choice
My voice
Spirit hoist
Skin so moist
Such a boast

My son
My son

Verse 3

Died in vain
This drives me insane
Such hidias pain
Listenening to the rain
For what has it gained

My son
My son

Tribute To A Co-Worker
Who Lost The Battle
In A Gunfight With Police

So Long Hollywood { 55 yrs old }

Details | Tanka | |

Wall Of Jars

The Herbalist,

Stood before his wall of jars,

Mixing concoctions,

For the local folks who came

for health, despite wrongful laws.

For the "Jars" contest   Jan 19, 2012

Details | I do not know? | |


I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.

Live off the fruit of the land.


an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into 
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.

I just found my dark side
smiling at me with shiny eyes.
Luring me in 
with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own 
moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch.

He says its better with him.

He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to 
any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially 
invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible.

He wants me to live in the dirge of the world,
walking with my head down low.
In some self-generated alternate reality.
Eyes half closed,
and head half empty.

Details | I do not know? | |


“Innocent  Syphilus?
He is debaucherous!”
Exploded his wife
In dismal grief!!

Avidly lecherous
Became cunning and treacherous
His lascivious play
Was his plaintive lay!

His ‘unusual canker’
Was in fact a genital chancre,
The randy Syphilus
Had contracted syphilis!

The acne on his face
Brought him disgrace
For it extended  beyond the chin
And all over the skin.

Because of the sins of Syphilus
The mirth from her life vanished!
Tell me, tell me O Jesus!
Why was she atrociously punished?   

Details | I do not know? | |


Weary, sullen, mournful face,
A tale of internal disturbance tells,
Perhaps of some chronic illness,
Or of current affairs!

Dark rings around the eyes,
Malar prominence and sunken cheeks,
Malar flush of high fever,
Makes the diagnosis more clear

Clinicians! beware! pay attention!
It may be Acute consumption!

( Note:-- The first episode of 
Acute consumption i.e.
 Acute miliary tuberculosis may
 masquerade Acute bronchitis. )

Details | Rhyme | |


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

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |


What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation. 

Every Parents Want Their Child To Shine, 
No One Think That Is It Fine? 

Children’s Tension Are, 
Study And Exam, 
They Have To Study Whether, 
It Is Cold Or Warm. 

A Paper Note Has More Value, 
Than Our Creativity, 
Every Student Is Suciding, 
In Village Or In City. 

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation.

Details | Free verse | |

Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds

Seething poppies whisper to me
How soothsayers are a lie.

Betrothed with thoughts of internal
Elegance, outward recklessness,
Divine intervention by stormcloud;
Pregnant with crooked emotion,
Clumsy words, laughter like a murder of crows--
Hear them:
The flowerterrible, the naked and tempermental.

They devour my truth.

A dull concept of time reels through
Candy coated consciousness--
Relative all the same; "Maybe they come here
For a reason."

"Soothsay, the Poppy Seeds"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad

Details | Lyric | |


Gleaming smile, 
reflecting life...
nurture with joy
what lives within.
Content heart,
reach out and share
with others your secret...
to live and breath easier.
Nothing can ease
the burden on your shoulders,
if the cause of its heaviness
is regarded with negligence. 
The hunger for anything
can be satisfied by wisdom,
not by wishful thinking...
godly thoughts lead to freedom.  
Control your desires,
and restrain your urges,
don't hope to get to Heaven... 
analyze your faults and kneel down.
Love whoever you choose,
make sure your fragile heart won't bruise
from the mistakes you can make...
once it shatters, it can't be reshaped.
Unlocking these secrets
widens your knowledge,
and prevents many headaches
from turning into rage.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |


Scattered plastic battles
and yesterday's newspapers
weren't tossed by a capricious wind,
blame this on the capers of careless humans.

I angrily watch them dispose of them where they sit....
on the seats of buses and trains as they stand up and rush out;
cities have their problems and littering increases abuse...
would anyone thinking of some kind of haven, do that with intent?

In my neighborhood I often observe a Chinese man picking up 
Pepsi bottles and newspapers while cars ignore him and speed up...  
doesn't he teach us to be neat, to clean after ourselves and be good people?
Many couldn't give a damn, leaving rubbish everywhere for the sanitation to pick up. 

You have heard my allegory...did it offend? 
Have you experienced it and really gotten you mad?
Who would walk at night, stepping on strewn trash, and fear the ugly rodents?
It's a social plague we can't cure, unless we clean up our act and try to make amends.

Details | Didactic | |

All Holding Hands


Shiny and new,
Brilliant and blue,
Covered in crystal white,
Oh'...what a sight,
The freshness - sweet and light.
More than a treasure,
Wonder - pleasure.
Silver and gold,
Perfect folds 
And stately moulds.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

Our yearning for this and these,
Above, beyond the trees,
With us down here - please.
To scrape and scratch,
To beg, to match,
To be the first to latch.

Pounding, raging heart,
Things must have - not part -
Protect, defend - at the start.
New and more to eat and gaze,
Of old tradition to amaze
Of rightful duty within the haze.

Over all - our racing eyes,
"Come in, come in" to idealise -
Must have, to hold, to prize.
We were there, we saw,
Fascinated with gore, 
‘More - we want more’.

Cheers and tears,
Covered welcomely in ours and theirs…
Through the years -
Of gain and loss,
We Search and Cross
The desert and the moss.

And these things once blue,
Shiny and new,
To it we threw. 
And to it they go,
Rows upon rows,
In fields not to grow.
To be tossed and returned,
Faded and burned
"What did they learn?" 

These fields of rot,
Safekeeping the have nots,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.
Under dirt they lay,
Forgotten with earth and hay -
Still - to stay.
Together forever they hide,
Side by side
Hide, forever they hide.

Across shores and sands,
Gently sloping lands,
All holding hands -
To what it commands.

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 | Rhyme | |


What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation. 

Every Parents Want Their Child To Shine, 
No One Think That Is It Fine? 

Children’s Tension Are, 
Study And Exam, 
They Have To Study Whether, 
It Is Cold Or Warm. 

A Paper Note Has More Value, 
Than Our Creativity, 
Every Student Is Suciding, 
In Village Or In City. 

What Is This Life Which Is Full Of 
No Time To Do 
Fun And Relaxation.

Details | Free verse | |

Sad State of Affair's

Conflict and fear
still useless mechanic's
within' the framework
of our mind's gear's.....

The battlefield's rage on the greater stage
while humanity wage's the smaller within'
inner conflict becomes the outer we inflict
instead of nourishing love to cherish
we extinguish each in fear and perish
sad legacy of divinity for humanity
defilement of divine unity...a tragedy

Exchanging love for fear and hatred
false sense of security is hurried
by those who perpetrate hate,and
would have us believe in what they create

Whether it's a neighborhood brawl
an ugly scene in our learning hall's
all this violence only stall's
our purpose true,
to become better and improve

Until we,individually,can accept this truth
we will continue this trash heap
this polluted state of mind we'll keep
as love continue's to look upon and weep.......

Details | Free verse | |

Voices Of Communication

They live in a world of silence 
Yet they can hear remarkably well
For they hear with their hands 
And their eyes speak volumes

Communication does not need to be verbal 
Much can be said through action 
Even more sometimes is said through inaction
Eyes have no ears, yet they hear all 

For pity can be heard and felt 
Fear of the unknown can be seen 
Ignorance is not silent 
It screams very loudly

The deaf may not hear a falling tree 
Yet a smile sends them your laughter 
A hug sends them your love 
Tears show them your sadness

They most certainly hear, 
The pity in your eyes 
The ignorance when you avert your gaze
The feeling of being shut out, silenced even more 

Talk to them with your hands 
Silence to you, but wonderful conversation to them 
Filled with emotion and action 
Speak to them with your eyes, end their silence 

They are deaf, not mute, not dumb 
Simply quiet in a world of noise 
Waiting for you to communicate
Waiting for you to finally hear their voice

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Having A Godly Appetite

“Bodily exercise profits little.” 
“Godliness is profitable unto all things.”
I think very few realize the victory, 
this truth of God brings.

Scripture also tells us “whatever we sow.” 
 “We shall also reap.”
Sin comes with a cost…  
And the price is not cheap!

“What profits a man if he gains 
the world and loses his soul?”
What is your ambition in life?  
What is really your goal?

Do you want to live a life entangled
in worry, defeat and despair?
I’m here to tell you that Jesus
 loves you and he does care!

This world can drag you down 
and cause you much shame.
Isn’t it time you reach out to Jesus?  
And call on his name?

He’s the reason we can have 
an abundant life each day of the week.
It’s the Holy Spirit and God's word 
 you need to daily seek

Only Jesus can bring joy and
 nourishment to your soul!
Allow his goodness to enrich you 
and to make you whole!

May there be an appetite for Godly living 
in what you do and say…
He can change your life and make you 
 BRAND NEW today!

By Jim Pemberton  


Details | Free verse | |


With a fondness of life,
jest and pleasure
You’re a lover 
of unmeasurable attention as ever
In the third sign of the zodiac
known for storytellers
Of elements Fire and Air,
masculine considered
Diurnal or day orientated,
Physically or mentally related
Primarily focusing
on spirituality and activity
Being adaptable, eloquent,
versatile and lively
Youthful, witty, logical,
spontaneous, communicative;
All thes bing positive traits
are held back by the negative
For you’re changeable, inconsisatent,
cunning, nervous and inquisitive
Restless, superficial,tense
and gossip – well you’re talkative
You hate to be stuck in a rut,
or being left alone
Love novelty, variety,
anything unusual or unknown
Working multiple projects at a time
you’re addicted
Disliking mental action, conventional learning,m
being restricted
Gemini’s inclined to direct energies
into the world around them
Anatomy – rules arms, shoulders,
lungs and nervous system
A strive to learn persevearance
and culture depth
Subjects are lovers of language,
poets, bard, or wordsmiths

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True Paradise

I would wish for a cure for every disease forever more
No more sickness then we could achieve ultimate score.
The entire world would be happier completely to the core.
No more deaths would be closer to heavens amore.

Next, I would wish, no need for money, no one poor.
One less thing to fight over, everything free for sure,
There would be no more drama from behind the door.
No one person or family would have an excuse of demur.

Third wish would be that no one desires power or gore.
That everyone has the same realistic dreams with no lore.
This wish should abolish all wars, allowing all to adore.
Along with allowing greater love that is precious and pure.

All three should end hunger; avarice shall not endure.
Heaven on earth shall exist; a true paradise is secure

Details | Free verse | |

The Predator and His Victim

He forced himself in, proud;
And, he’s boasting inside of her;
He couldn’t care less, if this 
Beautiful, angelic face’s screaming to death,
‘Cos of his overweight body covering her,
Making it hard for her to breath,
Till he exploded his, with great contentment;
A valiant man, victorious truly he is;
Then, he takes joy seeing her naked body in pain;
Gasping, she uttered words: “I begged you not to do it;
Now, you’ll feel my anger;
It will slowly turn your happiness in a tearful rage;
Don’t blame me, for I’ve warned you!”
But, he really not minds what she says;
Then, he stormed his exit, thru the dark alley
Like a valiant conquistadors;
Yet, before he could leave, she managed to gather
Her last strength and she said: “I am a HIV positive!”
He stopped and looks back at her. She’s dead. 
Her curse begins…. 

Details | Free verse | |

In Need Of Therapy

Ulysses Rudolph Roberts
a Federalist by default
laid on the couch
and spilled out his guts
to a women he
envisions to be
the ultimate 
siren of shrinks.
With her hair in a bun
books, glasses
and that half buttoned
blouse thing.
He cried and he shook
over the battles he fought
and how everything
that ever happened
was never his fault.
After all
he would reason
he had built
the best fortress
in all God's Kingdoms
with ultra thick walls
turrets and draws.
The tallest
strongest and soundest
in all worlds.
So what if he had to kill
capture and rape
in order to feed 
the armies he made
he had God's blessings
His sacred grace.
Yet, Ulysses was
still cowering in the arm
of an old red couch
and crying out loud
It's Not My Fault!
as the Doctor scribed

Dean Walker

Details | I do not know? | |


Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Summer Solstice

Details | I do not know? | |


Rosy lips,
And rosy cheeks,
Plump face,
A person with a grace!

His ‘good’ (?) health,
Behoves his wealth,
Eats well,
Looks well!

But becomes easily breathless,
Often gets night-sweats,
His health is virtual,
And not real!

This ‘big’ boss,
Can not have “Koch’s!”
Some one may challenge,
Beware! A strange cozenage!!  

Details | Verse | |

Sculpting Flesh

A soldering wire pushed into the skin,
the bubbling, crackling burning of hair,
scents of a barbecue, roasting pork,
hazy blue smoke, fascia stripped bare.

A razor blade slash and the welling of blood,
staining the steel with a crimson hue,
slicing enough to maim, not to kill,
a badge made of scars for the cutting crew.

Is a change to the flesh a change to the soul,
either deconstruction or reconstruction?
Reinvention of self into something else,
or a playpen stab at mock self-destruction?

It’s a cry for help or it’s body art,
or it’s self expression in other ways;
or it’s seeking attention or fooling around,
a mindset for life or a transient phase.

Sculpting the flesh to let the pain breathe,
to shock, to relieve, for something to do,
no matter how scarred or disfigured the canvas
when it all comes down you are still left with you.

Details | Rhyme | |

Blessed Is He Who Delights In The Lord

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Sijo | |

It Doth Not Yet Appear

Problems, pressures, pains, hidden hurts and annoyances arise...
Good indicators of abnormalities in normal bodies...
Diseases discovered by the doctor's diagnoses...

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 | Free verse | |

What are we doing to us?

What are we doing to our planet? 
Processing oils, 
pumping air with oxides;
be them sulphur, 
or nitrogen gas.
Burning coals,
manufacturing chemicals.
Making acid rain -
burning our -
dumb ass!

Details | Lyric | |

Drinking Problem

I need to quit drinking is what I say,
Then the next day,
I'm wasted away,
It's so hard for me to stop,
I don't blame it on my Pop,
But I'm not  rock,
I have no will power,
It's time for me to come to that dark hour,
And realize that it's time for me to quit,
Because my livers taken to big of a hit,
Rock bottom's just around the corner,
And soon I'm going to be a big fat loner.

Details | Free verse | |

Reality Barbie

she came to me in tears
by molesting looks and

her breath misted
the mirror 
she obsessed over

weight was always felt
upon her heavy hardened brow
she stretched her arms
me and wept
vomiting her soul
and burning the calories
of sorrow

my comfort was obese
and mocking
as I trembled under
her gargantuan 
my heart
to fall

why must we conquer
this fanatic feat
up treadmills
and through
shopping malls
sliding between
large and insignificant
to rock on our backs
to crunch out
the pain of childish
and social

Details | I do not know? | |


 Love no stranger,
 Kiss no stranger,
 For, a stranger’s kiss,
 May prove amiss!

A lonesome dove,
Avid for love,
Strove to entrap someone,
Despaired, as she found none!

Proud of her beauty vain,
Spreads her net for every swain,
Approached a shepherd on the field,
Who, to her courtship would certainly yield.

Young miss Mary,
While making merry,
Kissed a stranger
And invited danger.

Developed high fever,
Her throat sore,
Her tonsils painful, angry-red,
With extreme fatigue, she was in bed.

Petechiae on her palate soft,
Her blood-test positive: ‘Monospot’
With doctor’s drug she developed rash,
He thrashed her complaint as ‘simply trash’!

Her painful, enlarged spleen and liver,
Baffled her doctor, as they were markedly tender!
The diagnosis of her malady, her doctor could not ‘spot,’
But pathological tests, I am sure, can certainly ‘spot’! 

Details | Rhyme | |

Mind Over Matter

They say everything is Mind Over Matter, what does that mean,
can we protect ourselves from the unseen,
can we make a dirty soul clean,
what does Mind Over Matter mean.

If everything is Mind Over Matter, how does that work,
can we will away our every quirk,
can we make the predators not lurk,
how exactly does Mind Over Matter work.

They tell us Mind Over Matter is the way,
how do we use it, what do we say,
how do we make it change our day,
how is Mind Over Matter the way.

If it is really Mind Over Matter, show me how, 
make it work right now,
make this wheelchair take a bow,
show me how!!!

Details | Rhyme | |

Psych 101

These walls don’t hold up
to the pain placed inside
looking for hope and futures
but the caring and trust collide.

Memories fold at the sight
of the cross with winding snakes
bogged is the mind at rest
where the people are at stake.

Lithium drives home the thought
of how easy it all is
to live out a fantasy of two worlds
in which one will have to give.

Fragile we are to those who know best
but strong to those who don’t
your thoughts are put down with ink
in hopes no one sees what you wrote.

Please don’t judge by what you see
or even what you hear
when you walk inside these four walls
it will all be very clear.

Details | Free verse | |

Terri, The Pope, and I

I pray Almighty,
my freakazoid parents
the self-proclaimed-pulpits
of puritanical pious
and pompous selfish
keep their cult like claws
away from my throat,
and respect my 
sanctimonious death wish.
Otherwise, I may have to kill them.
Or at least break their hearts.

I am with that crazy ass Pope.
Let them pull the plug!
Draft me not for life support
puncutated by agonizing bedsores.

And Heaven forbid,
please keep me from them 
dragging my fragile bones
disgracefully through the courts
and turning my private slip
into a public script.
Please, please, please,
I pray they leave
my morphine shell alone.
Let me sleep
in sweet psychodelic dreams.
Let me sleep in peace.

Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Taken The Time To Let God Know

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater
power that's "above him"

Have you taken the time to tell
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars...

Have you taken the time to thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place...

Have you taken the time to meditate
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction
for the way you're livin'!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he's done?
You're here today because
of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation...

Have you thought about the planets
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He's waiting to come into your life.
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven's
special invitation...
Won't you accept the Lord 
and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God's gift of life that is
offered to you and me...
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   

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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

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Leonardo was a Strong Man...

It was said to be...
Leonardo was a tall muscular
man with a well-poised
,graceful carriage.
Leonardo kept a journal
And in it he would render
All his inspirations for
future generations to tender.
He keenly observed nature
using all his five senses.
Sight he said was the most
powerful to commence with.
He encouraged his students
to also employ  hearing,
smell,touch and taste for
awareness and insight. 
Then he would majestically
stroll down his boulevard
greeting everybody by name.
Yes,Leonardo was a one of the
World's greatest thinkers in
the late fourteenth century!

Details | I do not know? | |


Zac you are a pro
When it comes to feeling
 you take me to a place
Without sensation.
To numb the pain you take
Both dark and light,
I have become
A shadow of last springs flower,
I have become
An arid vessel with nothing to carry.
Zac you are a pro
At seeing things a different way;
But I like the color
And the twisted shapes,
I like the tears and how they taste,
I like that there is still something within
That beats.
You are a pro Zac at what you do,
But I like my tuneful sadness
And my strange ways,
I no longer wish for the emptiness you offer
But crave some kind of life instead.
You are a bitter pill 
That I can no longer stomach

Details | I do not know? | |

Lost Children and Babies

My heart feels constricted, breathless pain,
the homeless child, shall never gain.
My fingers stumble when reaching out,
humble feelings trembling with doubt.

My lifeblood's flow, has been denied,
listening as the lost children cried.
My hopes dashed, and thrown away,
like some unborn status played.

Dismembered, fetus of living hell,
from warmth, a lost child did dwell.
Encased in their own veil of sorrow,
no hope yesterday, today, or tomorrow.

Reach the ends of the neap's moonlit tide,
possess the young, unwed child bride.
My heart won't span the broken hours,
wombs of waste, lost wilted flowers.

Details | Rhyme | |

Pass It On

a piece of bread
is what god had said

take it for it is I through the body of Christ
now to me that is quite a sight

as it lays amidst 
my hands tonight

for I often think of my brothers and sister in africa
and often think of them not being tucked in their beds

I often think of their innocent children 
who are lying dead

and I often keep thinking
of what God had said

so tonight I come to 
share my wine and bread instead 

with those others who may
have not been watered or fead

as my tears start to now shed
and start flowing beads of red

for it's the blood of christ
lost during his plight

so as I stare at this cup also tonight
I sip and pass it with being so polite

to my brothers and sisters in christ
for it leaves me feeling sheer delight

Tribute To Our Lord

Also Entry To Sami Al Khahli's
A Piece Of Bread Contest

Details | Classicism | |

The Price for Being a Genius

Thy insides churn, full of dread,
Thou have beautiful work inside thou head,
Thy mind is knowledgeable, simply rare,
Though this intellect is that which thou cannot bare,
Thy have great difficulty while attempting to explain,
Thy mind is erudite, though immensely insane.

Details | Pantoum | |

C-4 Care

Today, what the whole world need is a box of c 
To be delivered with such seriousness and care 
Keeping safe the heaven’s gate and its sacred key
It will give safety and pleasure for those who share 

To be delivered with such seriousness and care 
Assorted flavor of peach, cherry and strawberry 
It will give safety and pleasure for those who share 
Hmm, with aromas that can last for an hour or three 

Assorted flavor of peach, cherry and strawberry 
A thin rubber hat of baby pink and sweet cream 
Hmm, with aromas that can last for an hour or three 
Extracted, perfectly, from fresh fruits of my dream 

A thin rubber hat of baby pink and sweet cream 
Keeping safe the heaven’s gate and its sacred key 
Extracted, perfectly, from fresh fruits of my dream 
Today, what the whole world need is a box of c 

Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus NOT Drugs Is Our Hope

There was a time when I felt 
lonely and forsaken.
Everything I had was either gone or taken. 

 I lost all hope and had no place to stay.
Just trying to get through another day.

I thought that drugs would give
 me what I needed.
The "danger signs" in life... I no longer heeded.

I learned about "joints" and "tricks."
All I lived for...  was another "fix."

I felt no right or wrong. 
 No guilt or shame.
Then one night... An "angel of mercy" came.

"Jesus loves you!" Were whispered into my ear.
Without help soon.  I knew death was near!

This "angel" gave me a 
place to rest my head.
He seen to it that I was clothed and fed.

His words were filled with 
a message of hope.
I soon gave up all of my drugs and dope.

This "angel of God," gave me an invitation.
And soon I received God's gift of salvation.

I traded me "ashes" for God's
 mercy and grace.
I now have joy in my heart & 
a smile on my face.

God's love can do what no 
drugs could ever do!
He's here right now... and is waiting for YOU!

By Jim Pemberton

Details | Ballad | |

Depression 10-9-03

                                            It began as a sadness
                                            A longing for something
                                            A something I couldn’t find
                                           It grows into a darkness
                                           A piercing darkness
                                           That slowly took over my mind

Details | Verse | |

Heart Pills And Coffee

The strident, ringing telephone jars my eyes open with a snap,
I wake into the intruding grey and dreary external light,
Oozing through the curtains like some poor excuse
For something brilliant to replace the former night.

Spilling from the bed, mattress cools instantaneously,
Padding across the dulling laminated floor
Snatching up the receiver, growling a thick, curt: “Hello.”
Far too late, the line is dead, there’s no one there anymore.

“Who the hell was that?” I wonder, travelling from
Wood to stone tile in the chill of the kitchen,
Probably no one, I reason, but then it must have been someone;
The infected wound of broken sleep continues nagging and itching.

I scratch it with heart pills and coffee for breakfast,
And ponder the therapeutic value of beta blockers and caffeine,
It’s too early for science and I’m too intolerant for philosophy,
And it’s much too daunting to consider all that could have been.

I pop a soluble aspirin and swirl it in the dregs,
Downing the potion and grimacing at the eerie, bitter taste,
Then it becomes late enough to plan and dwell upon
Exactly how I’ll lay another day to waste.

Details | Light Poetry | |

Red - Sparkling Wine

I Have Seen A Sight
Of a Man Falling Down …
… it wasn’t for a Fight
… but it was due to what He’d Found …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She Should Be A Crime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

She Starts out – Flowing – Smooth
Gets in Your Blood – Then You got Somethin’ to Prove!
You Chase Her Intoxicating Perfume
… must be Brand X … or Lady-Doom …

… Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Feeling So Sublime …
Red Sparkling Wine…

… Sweet from the Vine, but She ain’t Vintage
Make You Lose Your Mind and Your Hard-Earned Wages
Her Cheap-Thrills… can’t Heal a Heart, that’s Bruised …
You ain’t in Love ! … just in a Bottle of Booze …

of  Red Sparkling Wine… Once in awhile is Fine
Red Sparkling Wine… Know the Warning Signs ….
of Red Sparkling Wine…

She’s Beautiful, as She Pours
Your Problems – Passed-Out, on The Floor
She’s Crystal-Blood in an Hour-Glass
Her Pity-Promises… just don’t Last…

Red Sparkling Wine… Does It Every Time
Red Sparkling Wine… She’ll have You begging for Dimes …
… to buy … Red Sparkling Wine…

She’ll leave You Broke, You won’t be able to Think
She’s ‘Madam Dope’ … if You Need One More Drink
… of Red Sparkling Wine… Just a Matter of Time
Red Sparkling Wine… Have Another… ‘ Cause I’m …
… Red Sparkling Wine …

Details | Monorhyme | |

The Swinger

gotta get out of this place
to many now know my face
dressed from head to toe in my leather and lace
trying hard to run at a fast and steady pace
I just know I just gotta get out of this place

the booze the men all getting on my case
music's blare all such a disgrace
want the world to just go away at a faster pace
leave me here to die with such a sad looking grin on face
knowing I  have to just gotta get out of this place

money in the jar for just in case
daughter's picture surrounded by flower vase
I don't care if I been maced
another day I walk in disgrace
just knowing I just gotta get out of this place

around the bend she hit second base
a safe haven without a trace
of this gal and her leather and lace
dancing and hitting the clubs of distaste
for she finally made it out of this place

Tribute To Those
Getting Out Of The
Dancing In Clubs

Details | Rhyme | |

Say no to drugs

My friends, Say no to drugs.
Drugs are life-eating bugs!
Say yes to God; surrender to win.
Say, in your home God now I am in!
Without God the end is hopeless
And with God the hope is endless!
Try to avoid your bad company.
Don’t hanker after excess money.
Don’t do anything that may trigger your obsession
“Easy does it” so you should control your emotion!
Write something good on life’s every page
And remember “First dose does the damage”.
The path of recovery journey is slippery –
Please be careful, don’t slip, don’t give up and don’t hurry.

Details | Free verse | |


How to stay sane in creeping madness
with an alcohol haze sound
of music not so much to dance as to
seduce in herpes games while
pedophiles play in the school yard and
another recall of leaden toys or cars
or red raw meat brings disease yet
to be born, as an unspeakable ebola
creeps across a continent of blackness
unregistered in our collective racist psyche.

Post white trauma within
apartheid Louisiana stress to keep up 
a mindless cult of consumerism
while neighbors die in overcrowded hospitals
numbed to another mass shooting that 
deflects our mind from
torture no torture doublespeak
and the military industrial complex
breeds addicts and paid assassins.

On and on in our disorder we travel
raising religious crutches to a defiled
and defaced Creation with 
an Any God having the worst human
attributes for revenge and
self-righteous justification
as daily the detritus of our suberbs 
spills garbage into an eternal landfill.

Stop!  Stop!  We can't breathe anymore!
its post traumatic stress disorder ...
we are being ordered into disorder,
herded into chaos and madness
and all the troops have yet to come
home to roost.

Details | Rhyme | |

God Is My Strength And Fortress

I love you my Lord!  You are my strength!
Your love for me reaches a 
non-measurable length

You Oh lord, are my rock,
fortress and deliverer…
Your beauty shines brighter than
 the purest gold or silver!

You, Oh God… Are the horn of my
 salvation and my high tower…
You reign over the earth in your
 majesty and great power!

I will call upon the Lord who is
 so worthy of all praise…
He is my peace and comforter
 all of my days!

He shall save me from my enemies
 and bring the victory!
I have found strength from him
and a holy sanctuary…

Though the sorrows of death
 often surround me…
God’s victory over death continues
 to astound me!

At times, the crowds of ungodly
 men cause me to fear…
But I draw comfort in knowing 
that God is always near!

I bless the Lord for being
 so steadfast and true!
I don’t really know where I’d be…
 without YOU!

You heard my distress 
and answered my cry…
As one day I shall be with you at
 that mansion in the sky!

By Jim Pemberton  05/30/10  
Read Psalm 18:1-4


Details | Free verse | |


Paint a picture in 10 words exactly.

Huddled wrapped
Cornered, wind abates
Infant slumbers

Details | Romanticism | |

A Hope of Living

When Sun arises
A new thought touches my mind
A fresh struggle takes place 
A burning belly
Approaches to search
Something to eat
To cool down the burn 
Fire of appetite
Matter comes and goes
Thoughts make a new direction
Easy approach 
To enjoy different tastes
New skills and ability comes after
To spend a comfortable
Journey of Life
Everyone wants to spend
Time for peace
With someone’s co-operation
For someone’s Love 
Affection and understanding
The roots of fragrance
Always wanders 
For good memories
Shares and laughs 
And lives with until last breath
With new hope.
A hope of living.

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The World Today

The world today
Just isn't the same way
The trust is completely broken
And everyone is hoping
That their family
Turns out better 
Than what kids are taught today
Stealing, lying, and cheating
What has this world come too
No trust, security,or loyalty
Every person is free
But ones who make bad decisions
Tend to flee
Leaving there families be
Struggling to survive
Since their loved one decided 
To take a ride
On what they thought was 
The important side

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Man, The Tortured, Threatened Slave

Slaves to our instincts
Stay out of the rain and I will reward you with a cosy feeling
Soak up the sun and I will relax you
Deny me my fill and you will suffer comfort food cravings
Have sex or I will make you uncomfortably crave it
Pursue sex to orgasm or I will not let you rest
Threaten your life and I will scare you
Cut or Burn yourself and I will make you suffer pain
Eat and drink or I will make you suffer hunger
Breathe or I will make you suffer suffocation
Socialize and integrate or I will make you suffer loneliness
Compete or I will empty you to worthlessness
Instincts torture us for what actions they want
Not complying with your instincts results in discomfort
Obey your instincts and they will comfort you
Ergonomic religion relieves suffering

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The Young Stepmother

The young stepmother
Nonstop, All day and all night
Her deafening concert

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and elated

mere children
now fated

and greed

of these
will lead

to eliminate
the worth

of those
now in the earth

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Carefree reminiscence

I remember I saw her
a sturdy grey haired 
eighty something woman
with pin point pupils
and vacant looking
coldest grey - blue eyes.
She appeared lost
and yet some fragment of sanity
rendered within.
She waddled purposely
stick in hand across the road,
to the bench next to the bus stop.
Conversing and nodding
on her approach
but there's no-one there.
I got to wondering 
if she were unhinged,
out of her mind crazy
what with hospital for such nearby.
Were she one with mental illness?
Was this a State negligence?
Maybe she was disturbed
with some cruel neurosis,
or then did she see beyond a veil
where I could not,
and be thinking 
similar thoughts of me?
Non-sensical but I recollect
how an ambulance pulled alongside.
Two got out in a hurry,
three slipped away.

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Your Radiant Violin

your radiant violin
the cry of shrieking insects
whispering mind cracks

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Spirochete Flows

Bacterium spreading; catching flight on wind
finding refuge in dark crevices; waiting 
dashing and prancing the innocent march-in
unknowingly landing in middle; of this creatures den

Spirochete oozing from devils tongue
grabbing and fighting; finding the right one
these fleshy seekers hitch their ride
On the most humble of creatures, they hide

Now with continuous industrialism and selfish idiotism, on their side
Transported directly  into population, out of natures dimension
They have used the perfect disguise; with the innocent as their eyes
blood will come upon them, THE SPIROCHETE FLOWS INSIDE!

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       Drugs are no good you’re living a lie, are you giving up on life and ready 
                to die?
       It doesn’t matter which drug you choose, It still could end up the one 
                you abuse.
       Life is rough and sometimes you slip, but drugs will take you on a one 
               way trip!
       You’re still saying: “Marijuana isn’t harmful,” but deep inside you 
               know that’s bull!
       It makes you paranoid and quite forgetful, you did something stupid 
              and now you‘re regretful.
       You’re feeling strong and you’re feeling bold, is getting high your 
              only  goal?
       Perhaps you’re dealing with more than one problem, no matter how 
              bad they are drugs won’t solve ‘em.
      The list of illegal drugs is long and dreadful, what they can do to you 
              is really incredible.
      Marijuana, Meth and of course Cocaine, those are a few drugs that 
             mess up your brain.
      Some legal drugs can also be addictive, stop popping pills like you 
             don‘t want to live.
      They’re called over-the-counter and prescription, have you read their 
             label and their description? 	
      Don’t let life pass you by, enjoy it to the fullest and stop getting 

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The school bathroom is filled with cigarette smoke, 
hold your breath or you’ll surely choke.

Trying to be down with the rest of the crowd, 
smoking isn’t cool for crying out loud!

You think smoking makes you mature? 
It makes you smell bad sort of like horse manure.

Maybe it makes you feel like you’re cool, 
it’s killing you slowly don’t be such a fool.

The tobacco industry has done enough, 
but they don’t force you to take that puff!

Then when you’re sick you expect to get millions, 
those guys are smart they’re not the silly ones!

Heart disease, lung disease and high blood pressure, 
the long-term  effects are hard to measure.

You smoke to have friends and feel like you’re grown, 
perhaps you’re better off just being alone.

Let’s be real it’s a terrible habit, 
to make it worse you’re young and new at it.

Do whatever it takes for you to quit,
You’ll say: “I feel much better I have to admit.”

Words of wisdom for me to part with, 
cigarette smoking don’t even start it!

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Serpent of Society

O you vile slimy serpent
You planted your seed
Based on other's needs
Your poison you spit out
Spreading it about
You vile creature
You are out to trap
Weak wills that will seek you out
You will wind around like a rope
Feeding off them till they choke
You vile slimy serpent
You will poison till some die
You will feed on habits
On many will you hang
Shooting your poison
Through their veins
You vile creature of society.
We would like to put you 
In lock and chains
So your never free again.

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Low Carb Diet

It starts out with a goal,
But the foods you choose don't make you full,
So ask Atkins what to do,
This diet fad takes a lot of getting used to,
You lose the first ten with ease,
You celebrate with a cheeseburger minus the bun and cheese,
Now it's all down hill from here,
You have read too much into your diet and now it's not so clear

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Amnesia (Mixed Rhyme)

Love, you know I yelled at this lady;
Not that I envied her slim body,
But ‘cos she claimed, you as her buddy;
She asked me if your name is Teddy;
Her son said: please, return my daddy.

So, I ask you: Is there something I should know?
Just be honest, and I’ll not start a fight;
Gee, I’ve no idea of this lady you saw; 
Have not you guarded the bird very tight!? 

Then, why was she looking for you? 
All I ask myself is why;
She’s cold stare; as I passed by,
She said, you and her, is this true? 

Oh please, stop it, honey! It’s just in your mind, 
Those silly things that I never even thought; 
Thou my heart is such a rhymer, still, I’m thine; 
And you really think, by her, I will be caught?

Maybe, she’s not in her good head;
But, her son looks like you, she said; 
Enough, here you go again; 
You know, your nagging makes me sick! 
Outraged, she hit him with a stick;
He laughed at her, with disdain.

Insulted by his deeds, she pushed…and pushed him;
And he fell, banging his head against a beam;
This caused him to see dancing stars in a gleam.

Shook his head….and walks to the door,
Leaving her, sobbing, on the floor.

Love, where are you going? She asked.
He looked back and said with voice, hushed. 

I’m going to my wife and son.
She screamed: No, no…you are my man!

You? Never met, my name’s Teddy.

And, you are not my slim lady.

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You can gain

When son was young,
His father was old,
When his father was young,
His father was old.

They all were child,
They all were young,
They all were old,
Everyone has a warning gold.

Don’t do that do only this,
This is a success that is pests.
Everyone have a chance,
Get it don’t miss.

If you want to gain,
Only attention is a main,
Don’t create burden,
Only use other’s brain.

Secure yourself and keep other’s busy,
It is hard task it is not so easy.
You will be a good master,
If you are active not lazy. 

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Psycho Life

How transient this psycho life,
psycho babble, psycho speak,
sat in corners, doing the freak,
rant and rave, brand, engrave,
and stamp and carve with a butcher knife.

All the cuts and spilling guts
could not convince any other than
I am more mad than man,
radically juiced on groovy drugs,
still as paint, comatose shrugs,
eyes held open with tooth-picks,
groaning weight of psychotropics.

I’d fandango with your mango,
or dance the epileptic tango,
a boogaloo of depression born,
us children of a lesser spawn,
electric shocks and shrivelling cocks,
and whoops there goes my building blocks!

So, how transient this psycho life,
ties that bind I long to sever,
seems so short, goes on forever,
blued and blacked and vacuum packed
and cut to shreds like Othello’s wife,
this psycho life,
let’s hear it again,
this psycho life,
one more time,
this psycho life.

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Senior Citizens/Our Future

Life sucks
And guess what
It only gets worse
Years of hard work
And bosses you hate
No pension plan

Now Social security check is always late
No medicare 
Or decent housing
Nursing homes when you’re too much to handle
Children doctors straight from college campuses

Brittle bones 
And lose of mind
Uncontrollable bodily functions
Limbs that won’t answer your command
Ungrateful kids who don’t have time to hold your hand

Massive heart attacks
Triple by-passes
Victims of strokes
And dirty dealers looking to cash in on old folks

27 dollars worth of food stamps
Your government says old people don’t need to eat that much 
Growing old in America should be better

Blame the baby boomers
Your time is here
But you’ve done nothing and their reality
Is now what you should fear~

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Same Country -New Horizons

All that was lost is now forgotten, the pain of the stagnant past fading

A new world, a new city, quite familiar yet different and stronger

A more spiritual people with a similar accent, yet more caring

Whereas before I'd look at the masses and feel challenged

Now the self-contained South Australians have restored my faith

in the country as a whole.

Are the people so wonderful because orchards are plentiful

Is it because the country's best  vineyards are all flourishing here 

With such a vast distance between Metropolitan cities ,television
glues the links.

I like this City with its dinky masonry and many steeples , I like this
State with its compassionate  people.

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Quilted Love

You are my checkered King . I am your Lavender Queen.

Spring air  brings  strong pulsating beats of your heart.

No thread nor fragrance can match that of your fine fabric

Being  enveloped  immersed  we seem  to  rule the world 

Wrapped warm  in each others arms there can be no harm

I salute you , raise my gold cup and drink to you my Lord

Secure in your bright , blessed light I feel so safe at night

With your arms entwined  around me  life is  complete. 

Come , eat my Lord, of  our sweet aromatic sacred foods.

Beside our lush hearth , harpsichord music sets  the mood.

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Goodbye Depression 4-21-05

I’m saying goodbye to my depression forever
It’s been eating me up inside
Making me break down and cry
Making me run and hide from everyone
But the crying and the hiding is going to stop.
I’m getting help by
Going to a counseling service
To get all the sadness and hurt out of me
Goodbye depression, I don’t need you anymore
Goodbye depression, Don’t come back knocking at my door
Goodbye depression, You’ll never ruin my life again
Goodbye depression, No more voices in my head.
I have been sick of seeing myself down
I’m going to fight this battle for once and for all.
Talking to my therapist
Is going to make me better.
No more bottling it up inside
No more break downs
This depression will end
But it will take a few counseling sessions
Until I’m one hundred percent better.
People I know will be proud of me
I will proud of myself
Once it’s all gone.
Going to counseling
Is the best thing
For me.

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Checkpoints of Trust.

Boundaries for safety conscious.
Don't assume permission to cross. 
Of the personal space around you.
The fence around your house.
Between the side-walk + the road.
The soles between the bare ground
at your feet.
Established boundaries + 
A door,a lock, a gate,
Pupils + irises ,your heart.
Boundaries...where to start?

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Fate spares no one
when it comes to inflict pain;
never being compassionate,
much less compliant...

Frequent supplications of pity,
don't appease this beast 
seeking victims to devour;
and the stricken` are taken captive
without  tears to shed,
having nothing to hope for...
but  they are all confined to agony,
cut off from anyone and anything!  

Fate spares no one a single hair...
wealth or poverty,
ugliness or beauty
are put on a balanced scale,
to impart  all their own share;
equality is frivolous and unfair!

Plagues are infected by ignorance,
or by a shocking lack of regard...
thus making all an endangered species;
medicine doesn't always find the cure,
patients retort and give in to vengeance...
that's when fate flings its sword:
to remind them that  it  is
as invincible as ever!      

Fate spares no one...not even I;
what life acclaims, fate disdains!
For endless ages it  ruled over many:
deceiving hearts, destroying lives;
very seldom it was powerless
to take control over the strong ones, 
who refused to see the face of a Goliath...
spreading terror through the earth!   

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Illness,World Society

This lonely road some of us have chosen
bearing witness to the stumbling
surrounded by the bumbling
hurting ear's of constant mumbling

Rejecting the negative,most find easily accepting
our intake of mental food,should be our true fasting

Smut Mut's are a glut,sitting heavy in our gut
social disease's,disturbing,have cut
us away from eachother.....all for what ???

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My Poison

The dominant strains that run through my veins
render it hard to ascertain
where alcohol and nicotine sin
ceases, desists and I begin.
A criminal trend to miscomprehend
why I swig yet another one ‘round the bend,
glass in hand, oblivion to seek,
drowning along the whisky creek.
If you jerked the chain linked to my brain
and trod on the shakier side of sane,
you could be me for one lost weekend
and walk in the shadows that nightly descend.
This fleeting release, this creeping disease
in a quest for eventual quiet and peace;
vacation, a respite from living with me,
my comfort, my poison, my cup of tea.
The chatter of noises and barbarous voices
are slain in a hailstorm of cul-de-sac choices;
lie dead on a beer-mat, quiet as a lamb,
if I drink therefore I am.

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Days Of Wine And Noses

Yes, a big old red drinker's nose,
Shines upon your shabby clothes,
No time to look more neat,
Just take an open seat,
Raise your goblet to your lips,
Well, at least wine does not go
to your hips,
So "chill out"!" and have more sips,
Before the next rehab staff has fits

And your life essence begins it's slips,
And sober sanity's short time clips,
Of this world, it loses it's grips,
And your heart does flips,
When the last drop calls it quits,
As into your near empty glass drips,
The only solice you know trips,
The peaceful feeling of
a sailing ship's
Plowing through it's ocean strips.

So bottom's up,
And bottom's down,
One day you'll wear,
The sickman's frown.

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My Eyes

My eyes of multiple blue;
they love to look at you.

My eyes change with every mood;
They are dark with an angry tude.

Light when I'm in the mood;
and medium at the start of every feud.

There have been times when they have turned black;
the times when people try to jump my back.

I've been told they turn devilish red;
It just depends how the light hits my head.

But no matter what the color of my eyes;
they are beautiful even when I am shy.

I love my eyes of multiple blue;
They have seen everything I have gone through.

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Helper of the Leper

From dawn to dusk and often beyond midnight,
she cleans incurable wounds, assures the frightened,
and emboldens the lost, the desperate;

She gives soothing company to the delirious and the dying,
and whispers a prayer for anyone who eventually,
inevitably, dies and is buried here;

She's got no time to suffer from her own wounds
or to tremble at her own nightmares, or to crumble under
the weight of her own frustrations;

Her life has been a wall windowed wide to a view
upon the dire needs of the outcast, slowly wasting away,
the leprous dregs of hygienic society;

"Transcending the selfish self as a person for others"
- - of themselves, these words may just be pious, hollow
cliche, elating yet essentially empty;

But with her generosity, the words acquire a meaning
more profound than their syntax, truer than their intent:
Sister Fidela, helping her fellow lepers.

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A world epidemic filled with pain through pleasure that allowed you to open your 
legs and let him put it in…
You were wet, dripping with sweat, it didn't matter what he had at the time 
because your mind was to busy thinking about the pleasure it would soon seek 
not peaking into the future which now links you to this incurable disease called 
You loved him enough to let him thrust in and out of you, to let him burst inside of 
you, defiling your body attacking your tissue. 
Now you wish that one moment in the past a decision you made that will forever 
would not have been made. 
You wish that kiss that lead to that touch that lead to your bodies hormones 
sudden rush had not occurred
 And it’s absurd to think if your thinking as hard as your thinking now that maybe 
you could have prevented this whole thing from transpiring 
and bombarding your life with the strife you must now endure. 
Since there is no cure. 
But it’s to late. 
You can’t undue fate
 yo you messed up with just one mistake. 
And you can’t act like it didn't happen because it has
And for the rest of your life you’ve got to live with that…

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Better Late, Than Never

Okay! Better late, than never
As long it’s not a damn fever
Or else, you’ll see your lover
Sobbing, on a wooden cover
For who’ll pay the land rover
If, you left just your revolver
When you departed, forever
Because you did not recover
For thinking it’s just a fever
High or low, fever is a fever
Don’t waste time in a waver
If you want to see your lover

As long it’s not a damn fever
Okay! Better late, than never

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Formulation Plan

 Formulation Plan 
Formulation Plan 
Idea is a light bulb spinning its light beams incandescent dreaming like one 
bare bulb hanging from a forgotten plug with just enough electricity in house to 
make the light bulb shine. This is a formulation plan can eye get more beer than 
eye already have can eye get something to eat is there a place why am eye NOT 
a man why must eye drink? 
This was my past the formulation plan was drinking and it did NOT work so 
finally eye quit and now eye am so clean and sober and just still fishing for my 
food and making sober into mood to last. 
The new formulation plan is not necessarily to avoid not necessarily to brag but 
just to drink my coffee and my coke and stay sober to the max. 
This is the formulation plan. 

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Drinking Vodka Makes an Angel Fall

A fallen Angel, 
From among the chosen ones,
Tumbles along his way.

Smirnoff effect drags his feet,
To huddle at the corner of the street; 
There, he swears his last.  

Come on buddy, 
A few more steps,
And, you’re home.

Tomorrow, have a single shot 
Of vodka, or drink hot black coffee
Then, you will be okay.

If, you prefer…. 
Alkazeltser, take one not two
You’ll be fine, too. But…

Embrace yourself….
For Kathrina is here;
She’s in great rage.

She found a kiss mark on you; 
And that’s really, really bad;
Hope versus hope, I think, you’ll live.

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The Bottle

Looking down,
into despair,
the bottle said,
I'll take you there.

Just one sip,
is all it takes,
to lose your grip,
and cause heartache.

Drink your fill,
and lose your mind,
I'll make you numb,
and strike you blind.

That's the spirit,
enjoy the taste,
let everything,
just go to waste.

Don't you bother,
with a glass,
you don't need one,
out on your arse.

Perhaps ask God,
if he keeps a slate,
screwed upon,
the Pearly Gates.

Now that's better,
you're getting there,
abandon thought,
abandon care.

I'll turn the truth,
straight into lies,
and twist sweet love,
into despise.

Aren't you glad,
of a friend like me,
to take your mind,
to misery.

I'm all gone now,
you took your pick,
don't blame me,
if you choke on sick.

You had your choice,
and you chose me,
you can call me friend,
or enemy.

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Therapeutic cleaning (2005)

As daft as it seems I love to clean
Seeing that dirt go and seeing the gleam
Orderly and tidy and so is my mind
Clean inside out and behind
Using a mop and seeing the stain disappear 
No more germs to fear
I sleep better after a tidy up
I’ll wash them all not just one cup
It’s a therapy and a form of healing 
I suppose it’s a way of relieving
All the dirt represents bad factors that bug you
Cleaning them away gets you through