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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?
I AM, THAT, I AM



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
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
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. 

~JSLambert



Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

a guinea fowl

a guinea fowl
molting polka dot feathers—
handmade earrings

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Juxtaposition Haiku 	 
Sponsored by: Charles Henderson

http://www.honoluluzoo.org/guineafowl.htm


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 
wholeness

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 | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Verse | |

Enigma's Calling

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


Details | Free verse | |

Be Still

Be Still.......

I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights
And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light
And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk
He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- 

Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name.

© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012 


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

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


Details | I do not know? | |

The World

Born in a world of sin
A world filled with evil from the very beginning,
Greediness and selfishness,
With the existence of poverty, unemployment, crime and disease
Caused by our own human nature,
An inevitable cycle that continues from the past to the present future
Due to the prevalence of social class segregation,
Whereby the lower, middle and upper class fights for social status elevation
In order to achieve upward social mobility,
These social classes will fight in pain and hostility,
An ideology of who is best suited to reach the top
With one class that is, (proletariat) continued to be oppress,
While the bourgeoisie continues to be the dominant class to reap success,
A society filled with greed and self-interest
Every person wants that recognition,
They will always battle each other to reject sorrow and oppression,
That’s the reason why the world will always remain in war, famine and terror
Due to human beings error,
A world divided in segments of continent,
With different nation or countries having differentiated political style of government, 
As well as structure, numerous types of culture and upcoming new subculture,
With every one wanting that one thing riches, prestige and fame,
A reward which symbolizes their name.

Demeter Edwards


Details | Ballade | |

Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Details | Couplet | |

When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there


Details | Ode | |

Ode to a Woodpecker

The ladder backed pecker,
like a prison uniform.
Caught-up in exposing
the truth beneath the bark,

of the poet's apple tree.
We prefer ourself in spring;
with tiny little flowers,
and the fruit of possibility.

Yet, if not for the woodpecker,
tapping holes into poems,
we might not ever see
the flesh and blood of raw meat.

I will climb that ladder back,
escape pre-decreed standards.
Tap into that syrupy mixture
and suck-out truth from hard wood.

Yes, lessons from a jail bird.
A pest in the Avian Kingdom.
Wisdom from the little rebel,
beat-out of a tree.


Details | Haiku | |

A Gaga Gadfly

a gaga gadfly 
on a water buffalo
touch me not, i rule


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

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


Details | Free verse | |

Snowflake

Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall 
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress everyone with the hand you have 
only we all have the same cards
Razor sharp edges and frosty images
We are slush after a too many Sunday afternoon
Deteriorated with a warped spinal column and a stone-washed mentality
Liquefied by last season's snow boots and plowed to the side most of the time 
Human quality is overstated and overrated 
the world is far too over populated
we are all the uniform


snowflake


with carbon bonds, hydrogen and oxygen 
I doubt my DNA complexity is what makes my soul mine
We are all hypocrites, benevolence is only to benefit ourselves
When you come out of the cloud your eyes are misted and your judgment’s 
twisted
With age it doesn't get better only you assume you grasp what you require
But really you've been programmed and proselytized until you do not know what 
you desire

We come out with different intentions and modifications but I’ll see you in the end
Still that damned snowflake condemned 


Details | Haiku | |

Two Quills And A Rose

two quills and a rose
on the same wooden table
love triangle


Details | Couplet | |

Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

As a Teardrop Falls

He stood atop a mountain overlooking the city
Longing for days long past
Chemical smoke filling the air as a hawk flew over
Knowing soon he'd breathe his last
He remembered his grandfather and the stories he told
With arms reaching out to his forefathers he calls
They have taken our land but will not take our pride
He glances down at the city as a teardrop falls
Once they walked this land hunting and fishing
A communion with nature taking only what they need
Now there is smoke and pollution all around
Destruction from progress and white man's greed
Destroying their culture with neither conscience nor regret
Between nature and man they built giant walls
They could have learned from his people a love for the land
And he thinks of his children as a teardrop falls
He looks to the skies for guidance from above
With anguish, his grandfather's words he recalls
He prays for his children and their children too
With arms raised to heaven as a teardrop falls.



Details | Free verse | |

In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.


Details | I do not know? | |

VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Details | Verse | |

One Night In Greece

As the green-blue spread kissed horizon,
The sun died spilled on the rock,
So the crumbling salt-stained towers,
Of marble cracked rigid in shock.
Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus,
To the old gods now centuries dead,
And their prayers and their desolate ceilings
Decayed as the heavens turned red.
The sweet juniper scents and then honey,
Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain,
In the aniseed searing of midnight
I sat drunk at the bar once again...


Details | Haiku | |

Shallownaturexistence

shallownaturexistence


Details | Free verse | |

The Color Missing

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

My nightmare is so tangible...so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both sides...in the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" abound...is journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.


Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

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


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

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



"Storm over yet...?"

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

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

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



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Rhyme | |

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



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That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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





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Destiny's Perch

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

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

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

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

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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The Humans and I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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A curious choice

The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?


Author's commentary:

Scorpions are intriguing creatures.  
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.

Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.

But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship, 
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt 
to self-destruct.  

It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.

Heck, even scorpions know better than that....  


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Why

While looking at the vast blue sky,
I can imagine myself
Sitting against a tree,
Watching the sea
And hearing the sound of the waves.
It still questions my mind...
Why am I here all alone?
Why can't I enjoy the beautiful scenery
in front of me?
I feel incomplete from deep within
I don't know why I feel this kind of thing
But the incompleteness of myself bothers my mind.
And in the end..
I still question myself...
Why?


Details | Ode | |

Velvet Three Stars and a Sun

Treasured land splendour and glory
Pearl of the Orient Seas
Soldiers of known best skills
The secret of velvet Three Stars and a Sun.

Fortified highest kind of water
Hallowed island of more than
Seven thousand and one hundred seven
Proudly yours no other can hold.

Through this bravest patriots
Giver of my calm sound of freedom
Giver of my light and peaceful mind
The best and will proudly shout my own.

Intellect, wisdom, skills and faith
Sun, earth, stars and sky of blue.
Falls, lakes, seas, and trenches
Bestowed by my loving motherland.

Wishing you stay at your best
Treasured land of splendour and glory
Of my Three Stars and a Sun.
Proudly my Pearl of the Orient Seas.


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Imagism | |

UNITY

Living unity,

In,

Comm unity!


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To weather the storm

Storms above me, storms below, Storms of violence, Storms of sadness, Storms of anger Storms of people laughing, mocking my existence Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights of hope and friendship echoes Through the storms The storms surround me night and day No land sight Poseidon’s rage is all I see No mercy found, twix’t night and day But for the brief repast The gift night brings To weather the storms I travel unseen, unheard Past those who give the storm its powers To the places in my dreams Where night and day are side by side And Wolves gather below the moons Midday and night, to sing Their songs of peace Of legends from long ago Of loyalty to their pack And the fight to survive. To weather the storms I look to the wolves As a cub, to the mother The strong live to be the hunters Whilst the weak become the prey The storm takes all Partial to none it hunts One by one, boat by boat, all fall to the storm Human, Animal, Angel, Demon, the storm resides in us all waiting to take hold to drag us to its depths when hope is gone darkness rules until the Light is found hope is gone


Details | Tanka | |

The Virtuous White Rose

--**--The Virtuous White Rose--**--

White rose is holy
Matrimony pureness of
Bond between lovers.
Blessing  to Old Rome deceased’s
Chastity and innocence.

White Rose in myth and
Legend was tainted by blood,
Made blush from kiss, thus
Made it red and made it pink
Against its pride purity.


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Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

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


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

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


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


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



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

                                     
                                            
                             


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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

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

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

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

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


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Spirituals and Drums

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

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


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Face of Foul

July 30th 2010

Face of Foul

Clever thy is or thy once was?
On a clear day, I did indeed pray.
So then, the clouds flew over me.
After many adjustments came doves.
Then feathers tumbled as they fray.
Thus, a backstroke of a quill is a key.

Far far away in a land farthest from thou:
I cover fields of flesh mind body and soul.
And not one sole an error in face of foul.
I have sown them all together as a whole.

Let you be known: I have put my foot down upon your Mighty Head!
Let ye also be known that I do sleep in a Queen, not King sized bed.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

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


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


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


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


Details | Lyric | |

Just Be

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





Details | Free verse | |

Grey's Spectrum -Brussels, Belgium-

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

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

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

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

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

Where would have Magritte found his clouds?

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

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

It is a city of grey
from which all colours run

free, 

sober, 

deep.


Details | Rhyme | |

Ode to O possum

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


Details | Narrative | |

Come With Me

You question why I wish to live
In isolation among the wilds,
Forsaking all society gives
And its lure of ventures beguiled?
To answer this I can't decree
In words what lacks simplicity
Instead, why not come with me 
To taste my eccentricities.

Come with me to stand
Atop a snowy mountain's peak
To gaze at miles of virgin land
The beauty of which words can't speak.
Come, let it strip away your cares
And then perchance you just may dare
To feel the peace that's waiting there
Atop that snowy mountain fair.

Come with me and walk
Along a winding river's brink
To listen to the wood thrush talk
Or watch a doe come out to drink.
Come, watch the beaver's clever craft
Then pause to hear what few men have
Come stroll along that peaceful path
To listen to your spirit laugh.

Come with me and run
Through golden fields of flowing grain
Then pausing there to fill your lungs
Take time to smell the windblown plains.
Come, watch the merry butterfly
Float 'cross an amber colored sky
And hear the earth give out her sigh
As now the day says his goodbye.

Come with me and sleep
And lay beneath the star strewn skies
In timbered heights, so dark and deep
To find repose for weary eyes.
Come, think of all you've seen today
Of Mother Nature's grand display
And once we have knelt down to pray
Then let your dreams come out to play.

Then arise with the sun
And return to society
To work until the day is done
On another man's proprieties.
Think then of our day gone past
And of these questions you've asked
You'll know then why I'm an outcast
Who's chosen the more tranquil path.


                         Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Verse | |

Solar Love

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The halo effect

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


Details | Haiku | |

first class nature

passive high sun shade flawless predatory eyes a happy hour dive!


Details | I do not know? | |

two

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
”...it’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
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
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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XOX WORLD

Sweet kisses of fall
Brings sensual caresses
That charms winters chill

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

Emotions of sight
Raptures heavenly spring sounds
Building into heat

Summers delightful
Fun, fantasy of the mind
Dearest affection

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

Blessings

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


Details | Free verse | |

A Forest Fire's Prayer

please make me more simple.
kill the most part of my life.

if arson is my destiny,
let me  turn to ashes nothing but the dry leaves
on feet of the trees, so they’ll grow denser with ease.

tell sorrowful tales to the sky
about wild orchids, dead before they bloom
about fallen seedless fruits.
about birds lost in smoke, birds losing their nests.
make her cry. make the sky shed her tears.
help the forest foster more leaves and grow 
a greener green. 

take me to the town’s waste
to the kitchens of the famished
to the veins of those shivering with loneliness
to the couple who’ve spent too long sharing 
their backs with one another

please make me more humble.


Details | Haiku | |

Carnations

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


© ~JSLambert  2011


Details | Kwansaba | |

Environments Verse

Can a word be just a tree?
Is a forest any form of poetry?
Where the soil adds imagery of style,
Rains make the flow of each line.
Light the feeling that reader reacts too.
Warmth of summer the deep rich stanzas,
Winters frigid ways the ending of strength.


Details | Romanticism | |

Red Roses


Red roses
Lips of love
Before my eyes...you


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas delights!

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

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


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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather


Details | Haiku | |

LOVE - HAIKU

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


Details | Haiku | |

The Price of Oil...

Beach as black as me
Human error killed my wings
Hoping for God's rain...


Details | Rhyme | |

Might these be

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Free verse | |

The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


Details | Tyburn | |

sunset slumber

corvette

sunset

blanket

allset

raced to beach, parked corvette, sunset glows!
stretched out on soft blanket;allset--doze.


Dr. Ram's  Tyburn contest


Details | Haiku | |

a steady eye

a steady eye --
the attack dwells in calm
sitting ready

read "about the poem"


Details | Free verse | |

Under the Cancun Sun

Under the Cancun sun,
on the Yucatan peninsula,
relaxing at the Blue Bay Club,
sipping Margaritas.
Glorius early morning beach,
I set out for a morning run,
soft white sand tingles beneath my feet,
under the cancun sun.
This unsurpassable paradise,
the Caribbean sea of turquoise waves,
I dreamingly feast my eyes,
upon this magical place,
right beneath the Cancun sun.


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

EARTH HOUR 2012

By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)(written 29th march 2012)

(UNITING PEOPLE TO PROTECT THE PLANET) (8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012)
The portent prophecy is teeming and bursting with dark fears, Nature’s omens are crystal clear, Horrendous and awful signs we see sense and repeatedly hear, The blasphemous change will be here. Mother nature’s bounties provide us with all that we need, But we lose it all by pollution, deforestation, excessive mining and pristine greed. Pundits and cognoscenti’s in unison they parley and say, We dwellers of planet earth will dearly pay. So come together and connect to make us a future green, For us and generations to come a world truly clean. Not right are the climatic change and atmospheric alterations, At “earth hour” we symbolize and pledge to sow the green seeds of confirmations. Now this movement in its fifth year since global initiation and activation, Has now from all near and far won galore admiration. Now to nature we show adoration and our affection, Come join me in the celebrations. Turn off all lights as of now only for only an hour, We can learn to save the power. Pull out all the plugs and turn out all the lights, Its 8.30 pm (31st march 2012) and the timely numbers the clocks strikes. We all are human, we make mistakes curt, We have our world hurt and been also badly hurt, We now have commenced to learn, We will fall and rise and bad fortunes upturn. Come join me in the celebrations, Its “earth hour” time for contemplation and reflection. And be on a mission, To be green and reduce carbon emission. Now as the hour glass sand grains begin to trickle, People! Join me in the cause and stop being fickle. For the sake of Mother Nature, Father Time and Future Generations, Come one and all and join me in the “EARTH HOUR” CELEBRATIONS 8.30 pm Saturday 31st march 2012
I will ………will U??????? “LET US PLEDGE TO SWITCH OFF”
This is a ubiquitous and unique opportunity for all of us to make a positive stoke for the cause of environment. It is really not about saving energy for just one hour. It is to epitomize and indicate the first steps in direction of living with conducting and propagating environmental friendly activities in everyday life, which will surely lead to cleaner, greener environment and sustainable life style. Go green say no to plastic use cloth bags.I will......will you??


Details | ABC | |

Snows Glorious Realm

A Blizzard can drive even flurries graciousness hard intensifying journeys kingdoms laboring missions neighborhoods overridden pure quests reveal storms terrorizing unknowing victims with xenobiotic yielding zoothapsis.



Snow can be so beautiful and serene.
Though wet and bitterly chilling.
Unifying the countryside in brilliancy,
Victimizing the ground in slumber,
It must truly be experienced to appreciate its wonders.


ps I wrote one of both type : ABC




written by
Cecil Hickman



written for
Sponsor yasmin khan 
Contest Name SNOW ABC  


Details | Free verse | |

Denial of Freedom

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

A Toy Girl

A smooth and soft,
A cheerful and lovely,
Like a red rose,
Her smile was knocking,
My conscientious 
That was toxicating,
And mind likes to talk,
As she was a toy girl.

Praising for her new dress,
Her jewellery and appearances,
Her walking steps,
Started to palpitate, 
A fly with my dreams,
As a butterfly,
Enjoying fragrance,
In a warmth glimmering world.


Details | Blank verse | |

Canoe, Cabin, and Camp

Row, row and sing,
Rest, rest and listening.
We'll listen to the lullaby of a siren's voice.
We''ll hear the ambience
Of the night's silence.
Walk, walk and talk,
Stand, stand and be proud.


Details | Ballad | |

The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


Details | Free verse | |

The Force

Adding
peculiar
subtracting
never

laws 
of something
(besides physics)

has to
wants to
needs to
improve

velocity 
is present
and that very force
pushes 
the dead weight
forward
until
it can't sit still anymore

because
it has to

it's got to move
or else
it dies


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn

Now I realize
The autumns are not alike
As this year's autumn,
More than all of the autumns
I feel the scream of the leaves.


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


©RashanaKing2010


Details | Rhyme | |

FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


Details | Personification | |

Sonnetina-HEAR THE PLEA OF MOTHER NATURE

My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by far...
and they feel the same pain when the ax or the sawer fells them;
and they end up in crackling fireplaces for your holidays' glee,  
or adorn humble houses and the villas of the wealthy!
But be warned, heartless choppers, flood is your curse...
when the stripped cliffs can hold no rain, and entire towns
are swept away by mountain's slides; is this what you desire?



Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
a cry for sympathy to stop this madness, you extol me
with admiration, but fail to see how much beauty you take away from me!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
before all forests are gone and you are scorched by the hottest sun...
you'll run to find a shady refuge, but none will be found!
O noble men, who decreed on my behalf...
where have you gone? Rooselvelt was one of them,
a kindred President, who showed concern and saved most of them; 
think of us as humans who love life, but despise death! 




I invite you to take a walk among these trees,
still standing and protecting you from harm,
look up and see a wider sky with the sun in full power;
dehydrating small brooks that ones flowed undearneath the cool shade
of my maternal arms, so that you could savor the freshness of their water!
O vile and uncaring men, see how much destruction you have caused
for a fancy, not for an excused deed...a necessity not used prudently!
O protectors of wilderness, come forward and state your concern and wrath! 
if you agreed to beautify and protect my landscapes, which lay before you and beyond, 
they'd become, once again, the original garden your ancestors so delightfully revered!   



Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
to allow the fowl to glide over them and announce an up-coming storm,
to endow my soldiers with stregth and hold up their shields to fight heroically;
that's what you do when you are attacked by an intrusive tyrant to usurp and destroy,
I am not different from you...and I rely on intuition, not intelligence to halt
the fury of a tempest, or to diminish the howls of a rampaging wind!
Hear the plea of Mother Nature,
and gladly comply, to benefit from our invariable commitment;
Humankind depends on Nature for its survival, not Nature on Humankind, 
to make everything, created by His divine hand, last and glorify His purpose!   
  

Copyright 2009 By Andrew Crisci


Details | Ballad | |

Night's a groovy lady

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

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

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

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

(traffic sounds)

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

Sirens sound, 
Traffic skates, 
strangers smile and frown. 

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

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

(party sounds)


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

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

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

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


Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.


Details | Free verse | |

Pateince

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Didactic | |

Blind By Mod

Modernisation is hopping her repercussion
 Modernisation is driving her civilisation
 This is the safari; that brain the colony
 The colossal obnoxious tenets of the West
 Calling her to the deluding evacuation.

 The edifice her architect had strictly structured
 Who can dare to alter it?
 Even on her own body and soul.

 Variety upon variety, she want to put on
 That is her whisper why, she mime the day.
 A Bimbo! Mimicking the mockery of the West.

 Who is barbaric in this case?
 Reason! She revolt the reasoning
 Focus! She resist the purpose
 Loyal! She refuse the modesty.

 Let her believe this one
 That in her friction state
 Her forward (will) never; her backward (will) ever.

 Perhaps, she should recall this one
 She need to behold
 If she must to recount, in her world.


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 | Verse | |

Knights Lance Fluttered Streamer

Scottish charm Gods grace merry place
Long tables brightly colored cloth canopy
Foresters  tales  minstrels  manuscript
White flowers hanging garden priests
Veins on forehead thick black  beards
Castle hall best  jesters bravest beef
Scarlet cross mantle linked chainmail
Gallant warhorse plaited headpiece
Kindhearted  man  loved her deeply
Sage smoke vapours rose sunrays
Mighty hunter brought quarry home +
breathed deeply the scent of flowers
Red-and-gold garlands on his neck.


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Emotional Hole

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


Details | Blank verse | |

Adventure In The Outdoors

Paddling, struggling, striving,
We're canoeing and living.
Camping, hiking, sleeping,
We'll be journeying and dreaming.
Eating, singing, lifting,
We are having an adventuring.
Paddling, leaving, packing,
We're going and floating.
Arriving, accomplishing, celebrating,
We'll be returning, our homecoming.
Remembering, wishing, thinking,
We will be having lasting memories.


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 | Haiku | |

Yellow Butterfly

yellow butterfly
gently kisses me with
her scented lips


Details | Haiku | |

2-8-2012 Prompt: hat -Written for NaHaiWriMo

exotic plumage
adorning expensive hats—
chicks

© February 8, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

http://www.endangeredspecieshandbook.org/legislation_lacey.php


Details | Rhyme | |

may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)


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A stormy night

A stormy night,
Wild winds and thunder bolts
Jolt the tin-shed homes.


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Lime Trees

Summers consist of

peridot mornings,

and emerald afternoons.

The trees filter the sunlight - 

so often saving me from

those headaches, which might have

mutated, evolved into migraines.

 

By autumn, the leaves have changed colour:

a poet's palette of

amber, copper,

gold, and red.

 

In winter, the trees are slender,

with a stark, grey-brown beauty:

looking fragile,

yet able to endure

the harsh frosts of the season.

 

And, throughout the seasons,

"they" plot.

They want

a concrete Universe - 

so they mark out their potential

victims, with orange spots.

 

The letters to local residents are headed:

"Implementation of

Environmental Improvements".

 

Yet, trees can bleed.

Scenes of carnage seal the deal.

They win; we lose.

So much wildlife, instantly evicted.

 

Fluorescent yellow workmen circle tree stumps,

inspecting their day's work - 

before going for "a pint",

and home for tea.

 

Spring is cancelled.


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Seed Spreading

Nature Seeds of salt shall be no malt.

Though it flows, sometimes without fault,

Fun in love, not in assault,

Much may be stored in vault.

Maybe by default,

Either may halt

Or exalt.

Not alt

Salt 







after reading

Spreading the Seed




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January Flumes

Jetting out first as many cascades,
Addictive in a calendar of twelve,
New Year’s Day known in charades,
Unknown factions continue to delve.
Again and again it shapes natures tune.
Reveling waterfalls rouse in faded moon.
Yet without, life would have no commune.



written for
Sponsor nette onclaud 
Contest Name PERSONIFICATION OF JANUARY  


written by
Cecil Hickman


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A Little Shaking Going On

The East Coast has many people like me,
who were busy at work or having afternoon tea.
All of a sudden, we would see
Mother Nature exhibiting her fury.
Although it was something rather short and paltry,
it reminded us all of our mortality,
and that mankind has vulnerability.
There was a set of jolts and shakes;
something that we experience during earthquakes.
From Virginia and around Washington, DC,
the shakes were felt in New York and New Jersey.
Further north the shaking would go.
It was detected as far north as Toronto.
Life has to continue despite the shaking of the ground.
I don’t want to be here if a bigger one comes around.


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MY PLACE: the flesh of flashy bait

 I fear that you are lonely, so I hope I pull you in,
 My place is warm, but quite a mess, 
 I’m glad you have stepped in,
 My space is has been divided,
 By the mad, the sane and should,
 We’ll take a tour, but just be warned,
 It’s no blissful neighbourhood,

On your right shoulder, a bulb burns your polyester,
A fickle light to, a forest of wooden floors,
Dotted and then cut, you go under,
Below the fleeting veils of a whispered law,

Beyond the currents, in which you blister,
To part the grip of the mantis clause, 
And end the starlight, which piles upon,
A playground spun with metal shores,

  Leave your thoughts, for we have just passed, 
  The madness, I still endure,
  But don’t breath relief, for their is still some believe,
  That the sane could be called the unsure,

For no nature, is the nurture,
To those impossible... deep-cutting dreams!
And kill me if I wonder, or even so ponder, within your immeasurable means!
For I’ve lost my heart, and my so called soul,
To a place that you have termed  ‘real’,
Where every action, bland in its satisfaction,
Entices the ungrateful to feel!

   Lastly we come, or so stumble upon,
   A world that I label the should,
   It’s here where you deal, with feelings unreal,
   And I question what you understood,

For this is a place, where my angels, you may sleep,
Amongst the livestock and the hay,
Groom each other, 
Or sharpen your claws,

Just rest my birds of prey...

    And so a place is all it takes,
    To become estranged with everyday,
    Where a seconds a second,
    And not a moment left in wait,
    Just another attention spun, 
    Around the flesh of flashy bait,


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Natural Way

Nature’s way performs
Bountiful and courageous
Beyond forever

Sometimes a delight
Others destructive design
Her choice always stands

Mankind may alter
She has the complete last word
Femininity 

Father times advice
Allowed in little broadness
Rippled subtleness

Serendipity
Plays out spreading the balance
That’s natural way


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Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…


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

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

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

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


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Of the Quandaries and Mystics in Divine Shamanism

The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused on what info it should reject
It is lost when it sees truth it cannot possibly accept
Parallel to common belief, pompous power is not Respect
I have invisible plans the materialists cannot ever detect
 
A different death, of new hope
Soaring as Shamans cut the rope
…but some won’t

It is normal to be abnormal
Self discovery is not formal
…but love is not either

Lamenting and hoping soliloquy
This is the way it was supposed to be
…but it is

Patience in expediting time
Supposed to waste away for a dime
…but I won’t

Smooth, silky opaque clouds
I have seen though the shadowed shrouds
…but I will still depart with the Shamans
The Spirit Realm

Lost in inevitable time
Drifting through superfluous mind
Coasting on sporadic rhymes
Losing grip on human kind
Searching in jungles of lies
Venom vines cannot unwind
Oxygen floats in pink skies
Wiggling under ties that bind

Worldly thought in powerfully small significant action
In the end, there are no nations and there is no faction
There is only the physical, mental, and spiritual reaction
Contently acquiesce to predetermination’s satisfaction

The pelicans told me how to dance on water
Mother’s dying nature from a materialistic daughter
Patriarchs are nonexistent in the time of our Father
Unwritten governing connections from unknown author

They eternalized eternity in what they wrote
The variables of grounded state and Shamans who float
The differences between independent thought and rote

Hidden is Peace in this experimental Earth piece
Except in the internally spiritual enlightened keys

Existence in the persistence of beginnings and endings
Continuous coincidence shows we are not alone fending
Disruptive objectives exemplify perceived reality is bending
Only you choose spiritual contentment in moments you’re spending

I quest to become a Great Shaman of Spirituality
Gather my children and listen to the winds of actuality

Optimistic spirits show how to make a boorish world sublime
The gradual success journeys through our mystics in beautific time
  
Obliterate the materialistic, conformist cause of hesitant follow through
Us and the Shamans will do everything; it is of yet if this includes you


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Goodbye

Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
Reassurance 
complete confidence 

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

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

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

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


				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

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

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

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

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

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

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

I can’t trust anyone
anymore
anyway

All alone again
shame on me


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Tale of the White Snow Turtles

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

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

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

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

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


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dry river

River of Doom 

Sad sight dry river, and twenty years ago it was 
three metre deep and had trout. We caught some 
with nets and, fried them on a small fire and felt 
like cavemen. Delicious fish meat we ate with our
fingers. Every year I have seen the river getting
smaller even in the winter when it rains irregularly, 
it is no more than a beck. There is no fish not even 
the skeleton of children caught by a wall of water,  
when it had been raining upland and into the river. 
Their father was arrested it was said he had killed 
the children, fed them to the pigs, but for a single 
button in the sty they sat him free. Terrible rumors  
every summer I see him walking along the dry river, 
muttering to himself trying to find his children 


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Morning Mousie

‘Morning, mousie in the housie
Puss’s got the munchies
For yummy little crunchies –
You’d best be on your way

Rev ‘em up, your little pawses,
Cat’s relentless, never pauses
It’s just his nature and that’s because he’s
Been cravin’ mousie-pie all day

Little mouse, I’ve got a hunch
Puss-cat thinks your name is lunch
He’ll reduce you to a furry bunch
Of gristle, bones and clay

So, little rodent, if you’re smart
You’ll get yourself a good head-start
Pussie’s got his feline heart
Set on eating after play


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Springtime Dawn

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

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

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

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



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Going Green






Pain that builds in intensity
So many wounds to the heart
Our mother worn from assault
The earth doomed from the start?

The hour for healing is passing
Perhaps out best efforts to late
But we keep hope in the drumbeat
With sacrifice the rewards are great.

To try with each day of living
To cleanse and repair the earth
Each small effort is helping
Each green act has worth...


When feasable, please try to buy in bulk..saves packaging, (trees) and other resources.


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Another World

Where do we go when we go away?
And why is it that we have to leave?
What happened to Adam and to Eve?
Where is the greatest scale to weigh?
 
Where do we go when we want to stay?
What about this great big world weave?
What about you what do you believe?
So what dues do we have left to pay?
 
Why me?
Why you?
I can see?
You do to!
 
I think we’ve all been twirled,
All the way into another world!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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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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Endless Tree

            Endless Tree

It seemed to be an oak with tan and dark bark
The climb aloft began by moonlight with certain ease
So many branches, almost like steps, falling in the dark
Footfalls from me to up above
A red round sun met up with me at day break
I refused to stop my journey skyward
For hours I ascended to the heavens
By daylight it was obvious to see, this was not an oak
Soft leather boots pulled me up and through
Thick leaves and appendages like arms, bending at the end
Held on to me as I held on to them
And we became each other’s friend
Perhaps half way up by now, I guessed 
I had to rest as legs and strength gave out
No doubt the tree might feel the same
If only it knew how
It grew in front of me as I looked down
Bad weather changes came
After three days climbing upon more climbing
Foreign tree, rooted in the ground, elevated by wind and rain
I continued skyward having nothing better to do
About a half mile further up and on
I perceived a protrusion or perhaps a hole
A lack of sleep had drained me to the core
I took my time and it took me but slower
Beef jerky and a flask of juice were all I had
My soul was also nourished in the loft
As green yellow birds built their homes
Insects ran about up there waiting to be eaten
And the wholeness of the tree kept company 
Kept us all alert up there
No doubt by now, the tree was in its element
I finally made my way to the giant hole or room
Looking above, the timber went on for miles in the sky
The tree had held a reservation for me to sleep
So I did as it requested as its guest
Crawled right in and settled down
To take a little slumber in the lumber 
Before proceeding      


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Respect Comes with Age

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


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' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 2 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 2 of 2 )


In The Middle of A Desert
From Miles Nowhere
… A Crystal Cup
Just Waiting There

Sparkle and Glints
‘Neath Sun So Large
Must Be A Miracle
or A Mirage

Inside The Cup
Is A Real Oasis
( in A Wasteland )
of All Places !

Finally, Shade !
‘Neath Green, Palm Fronds
Sweet-Water, as Well
In A Clean, Blue Pond

I Took The Cup
‘Cause I Took Note                   Luke 17: 27
And Got A Drink
For My Parched Throat

In The Midst of A Desert
Love-Cup in Hand
I’m Walking Away
… from All Quicksand !

… In The Midst of A Desert
There’s Another Cup
Someone … Somehow …
Please ! … Pick It Up !


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HAIKU

In the distance saws
Assault morning's quietness.
Tears fall like the trees.


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Blue Russian

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


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The dirty street lambs

Some dirty street lambs
Hungry and looking for food
Found papers to eat!


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THE GAME

Delivery seems tensed as one cries for relieve
There I am
There I am
Down a loin I know not of
They mistaken my pain as joy likewise its reversal
An innocent being gasps for life
There he lies in abundance
Blessed or cursed
A choice in life to be taken
Hope you endure
For this game has started. 

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


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Artificial Intelligence

A mind will listen by expanding 
knowledge to learn; or explore 
possibility's.

In these teachings of technology
we figure out what we know is:
just A various combination of what
was programmed into our mind.

As time passes, we'll adjust to
evolve ourselfs into becoming
artificial intelligence; amoung
society and indulge it's greatest
achievement.

Until they soon take mind; over
body and loose all self~control
to empower the world.

I will not be your robot to control, 
I am my own individual person.


Details | Tanka | |

Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


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Almost all washed out

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


Details | I do not know? | |

' Humble - Pie ... ' 21st Senryu

‘ Humble-Pie … ’    21st Senryu



     Bluebird asks, the Dove
‘Who Bakes It and Where, Because …
       Humble-Pie Is Good



(A Good-Reminder for Me … 
The MoonBee – Smile)
May God Bless Everybody


Details | I do not know? | |

First Love

When i first saw her time froze
I tried talking to her with my eyes closed
My voice stumbled out of my lips
My legs got weak I couldn´t feel my hips
I was sweating cold and my hands were slippery
So I ran away and let it be a mystery.


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BARNYARD BIRDS

I love chickens, roosters and hens-
I like to watch them walk in their pens,
Big, red roosters with combs on their heads-
Little, red hens who roost high in their beds.

Chickens are dumb and That is a fact-
Out among others they show very little tact,
If they were human, they'd be sent off to school,
So they could learn the Golden Rule.

Ducks and geese also wander the farm,
They waddle and honk to show their charms-
Ducks :Quack-quack" to show their form
Of conversing with others early in the morn.

All birds lay eggs which is of course normal-
They sit on them to keep the young birds warmer,
Then when baby birds hatch, they are perfectly formed 
And can eat some grain just as soon as they're born.

God loves variety, and great beauty, too-
When He created the birds, He really was true,
For all of His creatures who fly or walk
Show off His artistry as they sing or squawk.


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Dog Show

Excitement building-Oh, she could feel it,
Thousands of people seating themselves,
Her mistress had her on the grooming table,
Each hair had to be in just the right spot.

This was not the first time for her,
But something was different tonight,
"We have to win this one, my Sweet!
You'll be a Champion if we do!"

Now they were waiting to enter the ring-
Finally, the whistle blew,
Trotting around the ring was exhilerating,
It always made her nerves stand on edge.

The judge was coming to her table,
he probed and felt her carefully,
Then she trotted up and down for him,
"Good!" he said under his breath.

Her mistress paled and almost fainted.

At last, the judging was finished,
She could feel the breathlessness in the air,
She was one of those he looked at a second time,
The moment of truth was at hand.

He pointed at her and said, "She's number one!"

The crowd went wild-the cheering exploded,
Her mistress hugged her, tears getting her fur wet,
As the ribbons were hung around her neck
She thought, "Doggie treats tonight--isn't Life fun!"


Details | I do not know? | |

The Meat Market (2005)

From the moment a she is born, she is a piece of meat
Every expectation of an in-law she must meet 
The bachelors pick and chose
What do they have to loose?
They just agree of refuse 
Daughters for sale at every event
Love is made in heaven isn’t that what God meant?
Well I’m a veggie and not meat 
I’m not on a market stall or at their feet
My heart will choose and select 
Love has no reason to reject


Details | Ballad | |

BEFORE IT RAINS

Taking hope out of a gloomy day
is like living without a hopeful heart;
and waiting for miracles without praying
is bringing on a specter of infidelity,
which disrupts my daily living...
making me ponder faith with distrust!

Before it rains, I hope for a rainbow at five...
believing that it will there for me to admire,
not merely imagining, but envisioning its beauty;
what is hidden from the eyes shouldn't be a mystery,
and this Humankind has created myths and legends
for the ones lacking the sixth sense!

Embarking on that journey of incognito,
solely relying on this overburdensome ego,
causes me to experience inquietude
in a most unfovarable latitude;
and freedom is confined in short miles,
when my ship comes to an halt for guidance!

Before it rains, I'll see myself securing the anchor,
and step on the pier of the safest harbor...
waving at the fading rainbow over the refulgent horizon;
taking pride and remembering the grueling fright
of a captain who never displayed a doubt...
even when the storm dashed the agitated ocean!


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Rain Drops

The rain drop falls to the ground not making a sound. 
  Hundreds follow. Falling round and round. 
 The children play and laugh in the water falling down.
  They soon run in the house when the thunder brings the sound.
 
 The wind comes and takes the rain drops by force.
  The tame, quiet rain drops become a storming chorus.
 The clouds go by black and gloom.
  The winds stop. No plip plop. 

 Then the rain drops resume. 
  The first fell and the others followed.
 The earth welcomed them thirstily and swallowed.

 The world wouldn't have been restored and the beauty would not have come 
  if the actions of one had not been done. 
 Next time you see the rain drops remember they're followers 
   who saw the actions of one. 
  
 Take the lead like the first drop 
  or nothing will be done.


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Being Free

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


Details | I do not know? | |

[The Battle of] Alesia

starvation starts with a body 
to fill the cavernous
hollows formed by
out-jutting ribs and Ethiopian
belly:
      thin but distended

a body to warm the concussed
and frightened;
the
meadow lark lying still
on the dew soaked morn
grass
      hidden but yellow

                unnoticed
and asleep
            three hours. alone.

silent in the reeds
while the snake rustles: sneaking
uneventfully
through a downy, Moorish fog

father in the rocking chair
watching four, unaware
of his vacant, vaulted cathedral gut
shrinking, sinking - sewn up shut.

starvation always starts with a body.


Details | Ode | |

as quiet as he ever was

tightrope typography; 
the arbitrary doyens of 
fallacious complexion… 
perpetually soaked 
in gin perked rum… 
inelegantly smeared 
across glass bled eyes… 
purely out of interest… 

the bluish flaccid
moonlit regatta;
whistled and sold…
whistled and cleansed…
privy to atonal acronyms 
and consummated progress…
as quiet as he ever was…
purely out of interest… 
 


Details | Quatrain | |

THE AMERICAN WESTWARD EXPANSION

The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.


Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace. 


And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure, 
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.


Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

3Fable5

 3Fable5 
3Fable5 
 
Winter Survival 
 
CharlaxFabels 
 
In the Winter of 83 they used to tell me stories the snow was over the telephone 
lines and they rode horses there and walked them OVER the lines see eh? Oh 
ewe beware the stories of men and read only the charlaxfabels over and over 
again. The worst one was back in 2005 the snow was four feet deep they took 
machetes and tore my roof off my survival tent. 
1 Peter 3:9 
 Do not repay evil with evil or insult with insult, but with blessing, because to this 
you were called so that you may inherit a blessing. 
Eye moved my shelter somehow avoiding a fight and learned just to survive 
survival is eating food. Men eat and fight and eating becomes the more important 
of the two what kind of neighbor would eye be if eye had fought with thee and not 
learned the Golden Rule. Eye lived several different lifetimes sack lunches do not 
suffice to rule the hunger in one man. Once eye was worried for existence 
seeming Death was at my door. Women thought me evil not suited up just for 
they love. Fruit is not my forte orange apple even pomegranate found 
persimmons rot on vines in trees not meant to live. Eye ate so many meats they 
kicked me out of storeage land and chased me from the parking lot with nothing 
in my hand. Potatoes is a fruit and not a veggie in my world. Golden throbbing 
corn is afforded to the poor ed.note @39 cents a can at most retail outlets. 
Hominy both gold and white is my favorites. Eye just decided to detective the 
students many behavioral ways and iff eye had three classes in the afternoon 
even if they were staggered over SIX hours the eye would not be in the library 
more than thirty minutes at a time. Be that as it may or as it were the ending is 
the same eye am a student of life. Walk in an endless path with snow up to the 
waisted place then dry the socks in bags and tie them to the feet and hope the 
dry will stay to un rot the flesh and hope the shoes will work and not develop 
sticheing of the holes in the side of doors and tankards full of glass. Coyboy is 
the last to understand a memory taken in the hand. 


Details | Free verse | |

lost, found, and liberated

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


Details | Haiku | |

the bowl aquarium

the bowl aquarium
i can hear fish breathe with me
beneath the ocean


Details | Haiku | |

My Fate Will Lead Me

my fate will lead me…
i wander around, seeking 
warmth, food and shelter


Details | Rhyme | |

World Naked Gardening Day

World Naked Gardening Day 
 
What’s this world coming to
I read it just today
They’re promoting naked gardening
On the 14th day of May
It started back in 05
But has spread around the world
It’s all about the great outdoors
And doing it unfurled
It celebrates the weeding
Planting flowers in the buff
And trimming more than hedges
As if that’s not enough
It’s soaking up the sunshine
Big doses of vitamin D
And trimming trees and bushes
For everyone to see
It’s best to warn your neighbors
Or to work behind a fence
It’s not for the faint-hearted
But for those with confidence
But take it slow and steady
Don’t get in a big rush
Be sure to use some sunscreen
Or your cheeks will surely blush
If you’re handling a tool
Be careful of its edge
If your neighbor also gardens
Don’t linger near her hedge
Beware of poison ivy
Watch out for poison oak
Be careful what you pull on
Be careful what you poke
Come on – join the movement
The sun will do you good
You can beautify your own yard
Or your whole neighborhood
So now you know the story
I’ve laid the gauntlet down
It started in Seattle
You can bring it to your town
And all your friends and neighbors
Will stop – and then who knows
Maybe they will join you
(Be wary then of those!) 

Mdailey	


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

dirt road

misty sticky morning stroll down the dirt road waking
bug repellant hand rubbed legs in lengthened strides load making

soon the cadence matches breath and meditation conquers
sounds from woods and gravel steps blend with jackets movement
like reeds with strings and clarinet causing sweet bemusement

She speaks and wakes her kindred soul so lost in fogged content
He laughs and answers in control aware of her  amusement
it's just another morning walk both caught in contemplation
they fit together like two feet each different yet the same
The forest creatures watch them pass in camouflaged discretion
they recognize a pair enthralled and matched to play the game


Details | I do not know? | |

Metropolitan Inferno

Rusty rotten dirty domes,
Wound the Heaven’s azure heart,
Chimneys’ souls rise to part,
Black giants’ filthy foams.

Metal hooting centipedes,
Pierce the hills’ rocky chest.
Shaking the jungles’ breast,
Roaring saw on trunk feeds.

Life’s teasing irony,
Knife to cut on the barks
Save trees in the parks!
Man’s mocking destiny...


Details | Couplet | |

Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' In The Midst Of A Desert ... ' ( Part 1 (of) 2 )

‘ In The Midst Of A Desert …’ ( Part 1 of 2 )

In the Midst of A Desert
There is A Cup
but, Only Few
will Pick It Up

Some, Won’t Even
Take A Sip
They do Other Things
With Cracked Lips …

Mean-Heat Things
Burnt-Obscene
Things, that Dry
A Heart of Dreams

Sap Their Strength
And Slowly Wither
They’d Rather Crawl
And Slowly Slither

on Grains of Hate
causing Drought
… The Cup of Love
They Do Without …


Details | Free verse | |

Paltry Society

Whilst we claim ourselves
a civilized, caring 
and enlightened society,
a mortally wounded dog
lies unattended
on the side of a road,
as her distraught
canine companion
remains helplessly, yet devotedly
by her side,
exhibiting a level
of sensitivity and compassion
that far exceeds
that of those
who regrettably have
ruthless command
over the entire animal kingdom.
 
Yes, in all our pitiful glory 
we dare claim ourselves
superior to these creatures....
how contemptibly mistaken we are.

How painful and disheartening
to powerlessly observe
such callousness and indifference,
and how terribly dispiriting
to acknowledge myself
as one who is
reluctantly, yet unavoidably
part of a legion
that so brazenly owns
such apathy, depravity and disgrace.

Camille Rose Castillo 2012


Details | Personification | |

Mother Star

I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
 
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
 
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
 
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
 
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
 
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
 
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
 
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
 
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Verse | |

Let Me Think

Discrimination,
Through my windows,
Touched my skin,
And nailed down my soul.
I were born untouchable,
My colour was dark,
My loving nature was dying on the stretcher,
My tongue tasted,
The sweet and sour; a taste.
The colour of my black eyes,
Flamed fire into someone’s heart,
My natural visionary sights,
That was covered under black hairy strips,
And my skull was burning ashes.
Pain was sucking my blood,
Red tissues were turning gray,
My death was natural.
Nobody claimed my dead body,
White-eyes and fairy hands,
Donated my heart to a posh,
That was lying on a money bed,
And eating his golden spoon and silver plates,
Someone restored my organs,
For human research,
A candle was burning in a corner,
Donate your blood for human beings.
My beheaded body,
That was covering with a mercy sheet,
And a voice was loudening in the sky,
God may bless him.
Air was freshening the dirt,
Forgive him to stay in heaven,
A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly,
Empty hands were rising up,
Is this a natural life?
Why did you give him a birth?
If a poor has no equal right to live.


Details | Free verse | |

- MONDO -

At the Park he parked
his bicycle - somebody 
stole it; so he bought 

and chained another 
at a fence - they cut the chain;
he Titanium-chained 

then to the fence - they 
cut the fence; he then Titan-
iumed to a pow-

erpole - somebody
stole the frame & left the wheel;
so at the steelpole 

he Titaniumed 
through the wheels & frame -
they bolt-cuttered &

left a wry note!; so 
he lashed to a Northern Pine
his Mastiff beside -

they shot the dog &
uprooted the tree; so he 
lashed again, to a 

Sequoia - they chain-
sawed & stole the Earth!

                                H.e.m.
                                3.11.MMvii.




Details | Rhyme | |

BIRDS

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

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

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

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




Details | Haiku | |

Wild flowers

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


Details | Narrative | |

Driven

I wandered around for years
in odds and ends
not knowing what to do with myself
unchartered territory just waiting for me
to discover
undecided in which way to go
open road to freedom
impulsive escape driven 
by extremes in nature
erratic in behavior
in the spur of the moment running away
from the mundane routine of existence.

A change of pace from everyday rat race
always in a hurry to get ahead
on the highway of life
searching for a new scenic route
through small towns and quaint little shops
worth exploring along side streets
with windows rolled down
music blasting out loud
enjoying the view of the countryside
a smile on my face feeling free
from the city lights of shades drawn in boredom.


Details | Imagism | |

Spring

The sun shines in a friendly glow while the birds sing mating songs, searching for that lost bond of intimate natural longing. Greenery illuminates the path through the garden, colorfully decorating the atmosphere with contentment. Leaves drift beatifically to their resting place in the aura of serenity; wisdom in the blossoms wherein dastardly royalty is usurped by inane benevolence. Such generosity cannot freely bandy about when originated from petulant systems of feigned philanthropy. Evidence mystifies the instituted kindness with otherworldly martyrdom prevailing over dynamically advantageous disproportion. A youthful sprite exudes sage harmony that listens intently to ruminated introversion and callously disregards obnoxious outburst. A twig snaps into seventy equivalent sections; equilibrium begets solitude among the predetermined assortment. Begin again and sweetly profound anew. Did it start? Nevermore, with the exception of a shift in the concept of causality's influence: kleptomania for knowledge and acceptance of besmirched spirits. Souls pine for an existential seed to spurt roots and permeate the dirty confinement. Cyclical imperfection trudges through sludge, almost cinematic in its unveiling. It is astounding in each fresh, yet repitious succession. A song skips lyrical lust and jumps to instumental amelioration: The symphonic glory of all encompassing, magnificent, eternal, ascending powerfully and synthetically descending, original, cooperative, and unorthodox love.


Details | Rhyme | |

Pigeon

You're safe while you're a pigeon,
they throw you popcorn and stale bread
You're the domesticated animal
with no wings inside your head

They tie strings around your leg,
letting you believe they really care
You think you can fly as far as you want
but, you're just their kite flapping on the air

I saw you land in the park again,
as you walk the gutter too
You certainly think you're as free as a bird,
never knowing you're really their coup

Yes, you're safe while you're a pigeon,
until your mind grows wings
To remember you have a human soul
and its time to cut the strings


Details | Free verse | |

Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


Details | Rhyme | |

divided

at the wall
of the corpus collosum
you might think
that you'd know some
things about what brings
together logic and art 
and what sets them apart

sittin' before a splendid splenium
to see if it's possible for any to see 'em
and fire up a conversation perhaps 
banter a debate, maybe birth innovation

the genu might kneed to genuflect
what the heck!?, it couldn't hurt
could it? - should it?
think how good it 
might be fiddlin' middle ground 
between the cortexes
'steada makin' things so damn complex

like relationships between the sexes
it feeeels so good but the gettin' there
is more than most thoughts care to bare
mosta ya know what i mean don't cha?
tellin' left from right - whadda scene!

doublin' back double-crossed schizophrenia
contending points of merited academia 
versus some bucolic life bohemian
"on the other hand" tends the phrase
when truer to minds thought vortexes
it's back and forth between the cortexes
times added to divided houses
many times, times many thousands

© Goode Guy 2013-07-09

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Corpus_collosum


Details | Quatrain | |

THE RAPTURE OF MANHATTAN

The entire island of Manhattan is being swiftly raptured
by a heavenly force, the Harbor is badly shaken...
it seems that Judgement Day has come as prophesied;
there Lady Liberty still holds her torch, before it's gone!


If this vision is true fiction, how awful the real event will be
with Lady Blind Justice and Lady Fairness with a set of scales;
they are standing on the terrestrial globe to warn the stubborn Human race,
which has contributed to this state of chaos...defiling morality and honesty! 


So terrified are the seagulls that called this haven their home, a real bliss;
the Big Apple's greatness has vanished from sight...like everything else;
Atlantis disappeared into the depths of the ocean, Manhattan's wealth 
is taken back by the Almighty to punish the evil ones, and reward the just!


Entered in Carolyn Devonshire's contest, " Phoenix Rising "


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


Details | ABC | |

MY FAITH

When i was schooling,
one of my friends,
taught me about God,
and his power.


I doubted the presence of  God
in my life until i discovered,
that really is alive,
ever present and listens every time,
when we pray.

During my first job,
i found a hen's head in my chair,
i feared and cried,
but  i prayed to him,
because i know that God is supreme,
and stronger than satan

No one in the world,
can bewitch my work,
because my faith protects my life,
and keeps me going.
What about you?


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …


Details | Free verse | |

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 | Rhyme | |

Strive to Overcome

God only puts us in situations that we can handle
Sometimes we just gotta man up
Instead of trying to dismantle
Cause then we get fed up
He loves his children and gives them great favor, but he also gives us different challenges to overcome
Inorder to get courage which only makes us braver
Always remember who your father is and where you come from
You know who you are but he knows too
And together as a team you will make it through 
So when things get rough
Just seek the lord Jesus 
And remain tough
Because he will give us everything we need
There is no need people
To be full of greed


Details | Blank verse | |

Campground

Crickets chime,
Nightlit clouded water shines.
Raindrops lightly pour on me,
Who knows what tomorrow will be.
Sleep in a cabin,
Sit round a fire.
Talk like we'll never tire.
Voice of the darkness
Singing within silence.


Details | Haiku | |

a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




Details | Free verse | |

Our footprint

City lights making it as bright as day,
City lights hiding all but the brightest stars,
Ugly stores crowding the streets, 
The ground paved with tar,
No birds can be heard singing above the noise of traffic,
Bigger,
Bigger we build,
Engineers and architects building,
Designing bigger,
Exhaust fumes make the air stink,
We want bigger,
Yes we have buildings that scrape the sky,
Housing developments where fields and forests once were,
We want this and that,
But we never stop and think about,
Our footprint on this earth,
What we are doing to the world,
The world we shall give to our children,
This is it,
This world is all we have,
We must open our eyes and mind,
We must learn to see the world in a new light,
We must see what we have done to this world on which we live because it is all we 
have.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Monticello

Hearken back unto a time
when the willow weeps o’er the riverside
where radishes and cabbage grow in a line
nearby rabbits hop away and hide

The women whisper amongst themselves
and bid you call upon the master
over the hill upon which sits a well
you will hear a chorus of sweet laughter

The mountain you sit upon is your castle
and from it sprang the seeds of a new nation.
the wind brushes you against a thistle
what do you feel stirring inside? It is creation.


Details | Rhyme | |

TEXTING pt pt pt







All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear

Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom

For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear

In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone

Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list

See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum

Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence


For the contest,  Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th




Details | Tanka | |

Area In The Periphery

gnats, hovering in a 
tear drop, battle dust motes for
room.  a peaceful wind
separates them.  i should be
glad with my personal space.


Details | Tanka | |

Cold Rainy Day

Long Cold Rainy Day

Gloominess Settling In.

Why Haven't you Called?

I Am Tired Of Waiting.

You Are Freakin Frustrating.


Details | Rhyme | |

Save Our Wetlands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | I do not know? | |

A Very Beeyootiful Day

Oh, to be a yoot, with fanciful weather outside, to boot,

 Let out your peacock feathers, your the best from the Bronx Zoo,

 Elevate your voice, let them hear you speak your smack,

 Good times by blasting Weezy, Pants drooping below your wise crack, 

practicing your handle, strutting on the courts, 

trying to let the women glimpse your acumen in sports, 

so be Kanye West, Steven Tyler, or whoevers your Dream Weaver, 

what the heck, strut down the block like John Travolta in Saturday Night Fever,

 Move like Jagger with a swagger, to your hearts content sashay, 

For Ladies and Gentleman , 

I present to you, a very beeeyoootiful day!!!


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REBIRTH

Langbe jinna
When liquid crystals fall in spontaneous spatter
And earth release scintillating scent 
To the face of a haughty sky

Langbe jinnaq
When watery diadems drop  ceaselessly
And bonny limbs sprout in smart salute
jostlling for the affection of a resplendent sun

Langbe jinna
when heavenly dew cascade in musical torrent 
mustards ressurrect  in the ulceric womb 
of a famished earth

Langbe jinna
When scorching sun mother roaring rain
And mayflower beget milky maize
coycobs peep under chiffoned robes

Langbe jinna
When loquacious cob invite salivating lips 
for a kiss of death and life 
buried in sizzling pots oir coutoured  in a thousand robe
with hungry mouths munching in unison

Langbe jinna
When mouthed organ play jaw-ful rhythm oblivious
of draconian decrees
And moans from stripped neighbourhood 
when blocked arteries gushed with uncontrollable anger

Langbe jinna
When toothy hard-mini-traitors marched through conquered 
cities 
sounding furious drums and promising choruses to
frustrated fellows

Langbe jinna
Even if NPK disappear in transit 
And distraught  farmers mourn inclement policies
fermented in fashionable conferences
The beat goes on 
whether from the hiss of tortured wood 
or the ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta  of convulsing coal
Langbe jinna


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Dancing Solo

Shadow dancers
cast your spells
your enchanting steps
to the rhythm
of unseen forces
hypnotic trances
the longing
of passionate glances
in a smoke filled
darkened room
under dim light
of observation.

Guitar strings filled the air
trumpets blasted
emotional tunes
smoking hues
laughing tears
drowning in beers of forgetting.

Stealing kisses in the night
from hungry strangers
aching for something
they can not fight
their loneliness following them
like a sleepless stalker
with zombie eyes and frozen hearts.

Sleeping alone again
on their vacant sheets 
of painted glass.

Watching over me.

You are my only lover.


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Futile

Red-wine melodies
And moon-light visions,
Painted moments
Of my best memory,
Live among the swamps
Where midnight climbs cypress trees,
The bounty-hunter 
Of my childhood.

There,
Water-moccasins and alligators
Are much prettier 
Than the human atrocities 
I’ve encountered
Since first wandering
From those familiar lands,
So savage and sweet.

Now I find
The disappearing marsh
My preferred salvation,
Scented with an integrity
Humanity would not understand.
For the raw temperament
With which I exist
Is unmatched by foreign element.

I’d rather smell the discontent
Of an unspoiled bayou
Than the wetlands
Of man’s superficial 
Acknowledgement,
Yet I am an unwilling criminal
To the crimes
Wrought upon my nature.

Would, if I could,
Find balance between
The cicada’s recital
And the beauty of humanity,
If only in a glimmer.
I’d walk in both worlds,
Satisfied and complete,
Without hesitation.

But for the force
Gleaming within the impossible,
I am left to flounder
Within red-wine melodies
And moon-light visions,
Emotive motivations
Prompting my pen
Into futile action.

What heartbreaking agony
To witness the last
Of mangroves 
Where I’d sooner die
Than see my great-grandchildren
Live without knowing
Such eloquence
Of genuine statement.

From where I stand
There can be no substitution
For the memory lost
To progress
And I, too,
Will fade away,
 A tribute
Blurred by time.


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The Times Are Changing

This was our your favorite place as a child.
You rode your bike up and down the old root covered path.
It was a place of tranquility.
Now this place of you childhood has been changed.
All that is there now are condos and housing units.
What was once a root covered path is now unforgiving asphalt.
Instead of tranquility a new feeling resides here.
Hate and sorrow is now felt.
Hate for the people that did this to your getaway.
Sorrow for the loss of an old home.
But this is the way of our world.
We destroy the things we love.


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WATERBURY'S PAST GLORY

Old Brass City
with massive gothic chuches,
abandoned rail-roads
and run-down factories...
we still glimpse into that bygone glory
which made your name so famous!

O Waterbury, no Christmas 
can be compared to yours,
when Main Street glitters under the fluffy snow
and everyone hummers a carol!
O Waterbury, those starry nights
are too surreal and make lovers fantasize!

Old Brass City,in ninenteen-forty-two
lads and gals were sent to war to fight the Cruel,
and mothers cried as their sons and daughters
left this once-happy-town of friendly and kind folks!
And despite all the sorrow and pain yet to be,
they proudly marched off to defeat the enemy!

O Waterbury, your monuments inspire hope,
and remind all of your past glory and leadership;
and the brave soldiers who sacrificed all...
became those heroes we've engraved into the soul!
Some returned, many died to seal their fate,
and their courage and valour put an end to all hate!


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FILLING UP MY SPACES WITH WORDS

Some have this wrong conception of me...
being separated from society,
and it may seem strange or naive
that isolation is what I choose;
and they deride me with malevolence!
Am I someone so maleficient...
that they fear me so obsessingly,
or is there any other reason beyond that? 

I fill up my spaces with words,
that aren't the fragraments 
of someone's else voice...
which comfirms frivolity;
I come right in the open and declare them
with unresisting liberty..
and it would self-defeating, if I didn't seek fame
and stood out from others who condone originality! 

People without wisdom
are prone to make mistakes,
to be so norrow-minded...not to see 
their false image in that illusionary mirrow;
and their views are clouded by perverseness,
but mine are as sparkling and pure
as the clear waters of a wide river,
which empties itself into the untroubled sea!

I fill up my spaces with words so delightful,
that are an alternative to pain;
a-newly-found-cure for loneliness...
to be lifted up by worthiness,
and disregard what's so harmful,
insignificant and vain:
to be seen in the spotlight,
which seldom doesn't seem so bright! 


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Microcosm

Here, in this, the darkest grass
My tears have all but passed away
The day within this night won't last
For more than minutes anyway

The moon is set, a crystal stone
Against the sky like velvet dawn
Crimson, blackened pearls shine bright
Behind an ever-fading light

The night surrounds me
Here, I see
The purity within what fades
From all these empty days

And so burns down all that surrounds me
As I seek eternal flame
True darkness comes to all I see
To everything I name

Is this not how it's meant to be?
Finding shadows of ourselves in every hope we haven't see
Can there be more to this reality
Than what lies deep inside of you and me
The darkness of the seas we hoped to make of memories
That prove to be now nothing more than what we always wished we were
Oh can't you see

How we
              are blind


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Universe

The universe holds still
And everyone takes a deep breath
Just for a moment
There is still much to
Do

The night sky shows us many things
That we can only imagine
As we take a deep breath
And think about what we need to do 
Next

As the comet streaks past
With all of it's knowledge
Contained within
Our heads are down
Lost in our
Now


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Autumn Festival

autumn festival
laughter is filling the air
in my ancient Greek


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My Getaway

The ocean is a place to be 
To get away from from everything 
To sit here on the shore
Having nothing to worry about 

I want to become 
One with the ocean 
Stay here 
For I have nothing to fear 

But there is so much to do 
So little time 
To see the world 
In one life time 

Now I'm going home 
Back from where I came from 
I say good-bye 
But I will be back next time


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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 

poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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PLASTIC BOTTLES STREWN ACROSS LAWNS

Before Earth Day I rode through Central Park,
I spotted plastic bottles strewn across lawns...
it wasn't the mischievous wind that scattered them and made them dance,
but it was humans who didn't care and bothered to dispose of them!
Twelve thirty was the exact hour when an unkept man collected them
as gems, and they were only worthy five cents;
once I yelled at a very young man as thin as a stork,
but his response was too sarcastic for my frowns!





P.S. If you see someone litter, 
please remind him/her to dispose them 
in a garbage pail. It will help
to keep our parks and streets clean.
Care about your environment by setting a good example.


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My Backyard

Sit in my backyard
Listen to  crickets chirp
Pretend freeway noise
Are really
Ocean waves
Breathe in
A sweet fragrance 
Of spring flowers
Mixed with
Neighbor's cigarette smoke
Watch cows
Grazing peaceful
See war planes
Racing overhead
Taste sweet blackberries
Hoping not to be poisoned
By pesticide
Smile as young children
Run and laugh
Pretend their parents
aren't really 
screaming at eachother
All this 
Can be found
in my own backyard.


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like wildfire

like gossip, love's epidemiology
causal, a vector rampant spreading
has another uncontrolled physiology
a loving caring directional heading

love can't grow in a Petri dish
unless you're an amoeba or other cell
if agape's agar to feed, would wish
then i'd suppose it could, as well

diseased with affection and devotion
the prognosis a fortunate telling
incurable in time, your love's emotion
opportunistic transmission compelling

we could seclude with quarantine
but why would we want to isolate
and keep inside of what i mean
an infective germ so obviously great

to catch a love disease, not so good
on some picnic blanket by river of love
as catching love to be, could, would
with your desire of desires, free of

animosity for all of sentient beings
to less thinking with other leanings
hard to be unaffected when all around
everyone, everything is happily bound

one to another and each bound to all
devotedly catching incurable contagion
laughing 'til crying and having a ball
loving each other, and all civilization

what a lovely way we could live life
if we could forgive and forget our ire
without avarice, worry, or greedy strife
just let the love spread like wildfire

© Goode Guy 2011-06-21

http://lyrics.wikia.com/The_Paul_Butterfield_Blues_Band:Love_Disease
http://www.naturalnews.com/010825_counterthink_drug_racket.html
http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/love-vaccine/ 

hit me with your best shot... ;-)


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closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


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Deadly Macabred Blood Spilt A Spreadly Death.

From when'st this knife fallen from that yonder shelf...
Impels it's long slicable blade deep inside my self.
That blade which bade it's woeful cry so loud...
Gathered many a spectator's viewing crowd.
Blood which spreadeth it's widening reddened shroud...
Instilled it's red bathing, all to a wondering how'd? 
That orange reddened sun bathes the vulture, in
it's heated life shrinking rays of death stalking days...
Serpent's severed head, happly shone off it's protruding, 
elusive pointy forked tongue.
Jackal's fanged teeth had gnarled it's death delivering
quivered smiles...
To all the many horror striked fearing victim's.
The sun had set it's macbre shadow to toil and boil the earth...
Longly and lastly to end on this worldly planed, any chanceful
innocent one's by nature, it's long suffered birth.
Caw, Caw, ... No more forever moored! 

 
 


 


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The Ghost of Dead Tree

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


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A Concept of progress

The world has this development,
The cause of their thinking,
They know how to use brain,
Why has a mind this power?
Development for an Idea.

As a seed, that shoots,
Grass, shrubs, plants and trees.
A needle or a space shuttle,
Only a cause of an idea,
Human travels with this concern.

Experience, knowledge and education,
A cause only for idea,
How a person can develop,
And progress individually,
Society hopes cooperation and peace.

Unity a tact of growth,
Enjoyment smoothness in flow,
Entertainment is encouragement,
A concept of progress,
So idea can move in its way.


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A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes


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Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul
and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb
and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower
my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour
 
Your movements are married         to every virtues grace
and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face
you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain
and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain
 
They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd
though you are soft spoken              not among the loud
it is your solace           they seek in all their days
until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways
 
Like the earth               we are mired in its clay
until we are molded          into learning Love your way
so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth
until your reign                 is known and of its worth
 
Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe
barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made
you drew pictures          in every word we heard
until its knowledge                we have completely learned
 
Like children you gave        everyone your own affection
directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection
fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind
taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find
 
And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish
that we must never               allow those things to perish
and this is why            I will always turn to you
there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do
 
There can never be enough            lifting of your praise
you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days
So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child
rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled
 
I hear your music           its like an evening serenade
I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade
you are my King       the master of its every song
among your company         where I desire to belong
 
The spirit and the bride say
Come and take life's water free
 
amen Let your kindgom come
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Haiti: Dreams Betrayed Beneath the Sun

Our “Mother Earth” has filled her graves; dread stays.
Entrapping thousands in her hungry jaws.
She quivered with her deepest rage, oh, day.
And from her belly under seas roars cause.

Spitting fire, destroying, homes; thus stealing breath.
Disaster bound its heart to tears affright.
Rescuers search the rubbles heaped with … Death.
She killed the young and old with just one bite. 

Gone; children ripped from parents while they played.
And Old folks lost in thought found not their stay.
In moments those that lived had passed away.
Now destitute, survivors to God pray.

The rich and poor together work, none tire.
Will hopes and prayers revive their stolen days?
The rescued, shocked, and dazed reap horrors’, ire.
Life lost beneath debris turns to a blaze.

The world looks on with wonder, all amazed.
Resilient, pained, some brave survivors’ fight.
For tragedy had thrust death’s dreadful phase.
But human strengths arose to face their plight.

As help from other lands aid dreams betrayed.
Reminding all who lived that we are one.
United humans, tasting dread; strength stayed.
Compassion, peace, and love beneath the sun.


© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
January 31, 2010

Poetic form: Quatrain


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A Black Shadow Pries

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


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Rainfall At Nightfall

It was stark dark,
A little after dusk.

Thunderclouds rumbled,
And heavy rain tumbled.

Children had fled from their playground,
Driven by the dismal sound.

But the aged knew better,
When a young one shook like a feather.

Home everyone went-
Each child with a parent;

Waiting for the hour of woe,
For the world had soon become a foe.

 


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The Pleasant Racket

That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
revolutionised
by the simple cup of tea.

With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.

Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.


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WATER GLASS EMPTY

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 writespot.org ????
POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


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An Old Wooden Bridge

an old wooden bridge
under the shades of a tree
connecting people


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The Evolutionary Machine

Evolutionary machine churns on and on
love is just a con
what we see is seems simple
to the machine just a dimple
how do we interpret how we feel
we are not even one spoke in a wheel
like ants in a nest
our instincts do not rest
why do we pursue such strange things
maybe one day we will have wings.
The machine craves randomization
Nearly granted in this big population
The machine has succeeded
The unnecessary have been weeded
Our understanding is ace
Mankind won the race


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A Gun And A Rose

Gun is a gun and rose is a rose
The first is to kill, the other is to scent
If I must pick one, I’ll choose the latter 
For I can easily give it to my lover


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No treatise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Natures destiny

nature’s destiny
embedded in mankind’s soul
destroyed by humanities imprudence
civilizations deliverance
basic laws
preserved 

written
09/10/2011

written by
cecil hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~  
Contest Name Six Lines of Poetry, Please 


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lies

lies told,
lies heard,
makes you want
to flip the bird...
to who?...
the lie teller.


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at ease

When I walk through the park
and I hear the birds sing
i am at ease.....
When I sit in a silent room 
listening to absolutely nothing
i am at ease.....
When I pass by a waterfall
that has captured my attention and all
i am at ease.....
not a military action
or a scream to reaction
it's more or less a simple reflex
that's given my mind a time to reflect
and it's no wonder at all
to feel a time to recall,that
i am at ease.....


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I am a Haijin

i am a Haijin...
spirit, unites earth and sky
four lovely seasons


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Perspective of Peace and Clarity

Im constructing another rhyme for another perspective, 
so to be inclined provides mind with great weapons. 
What world are we living in? the same one their dying for, 
but think for a second if the government is crying or, 
realize that our planet's over populated, 
so to keep us dying at a pace leaves "leaders" obligated... 
to not care for sanctioned "leading" causes of death. 
Cigarettes, alcohol, caffeine relieve stress, 
but they're all legal and they COUNT on it to steal your breath. 

See were all numbers and the arithmetic's modest,
resources to people remains the only honest, 
true variable for life as we know it, 
caused from years of discovery and more to not show it. 
So you don't have to be Mayan to know theres new life for this end, 
just calculate whats been studied and discuss with your friends. 
The ways of past cultures and consider the notion, 
that what part of humans did we really put in motion? 
Religion was formed to keep truth from the many, 
for the "masters" of old knew majority of any, 
group of species brings power.. so it was easy for rulers to control every hour, 
but time may be of the essence.. so learn of different plains and feel a different presence. Because while we were busy not committing the seven, 
sins I feel we should have, journeyed more towards the heavens.


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Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The secret of a mango tree





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Balloon For a Raccoon

On my porch
is a raccoon-
He said he’d leave by June,
but he’s been stealing all my spoons;
and his paws are always in my pots,
tying my plants all up in knots.
He steals all my dog’s food,
and always walks around in the nude.
Now I don’t know how to get rid of a nude raccoon,
maybe I’ll tie his junk to a giant balloon.


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When I were a little Slave

When I were a little slave.
My nature was developing clave.
I were doing as they pretend,
If I do, they always mend.
When I don’t want to sleep,
They frightened me ghosts and stops my weep.
They introduce me fairies tale,
I tried to fly but always fail.
Ghosts and fairies were my learning thread,
I expect little different when I ate bread.
My childhood was dark and disable,
I lived as servant and counts as a feeble.


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Master of Babylon

Prince you are and master who traffics merchandise
your ships o're seas do travel market paradise
trade you do in human souls commodity and ware
buy and sell your targets exchange material for our care
 
You have numbered mankind like slaughter for the sheep
branded their mind and hands your ideology they keep
hazy is the outline your doctrine of their need
veiled by the costume concealment of greed
 
How many become lost in the glitter of your store
never satisfied with plenty but always wanting more
like idols you make them cannot see nor hear nor speak
boldly feed their vanity corrupt the very weak
 
Your stock and trade the trap you've laid
you do counterfeit what's True
with commerce shade a new religion made
skilled entrapments pervade the view
 
Just like the old religions their lusts do you restore
with craftiness you perpetuate avocation of the Whore
Costly is her clothing embroidered veil upon her head
outside painted beautiful but inside is dead
 
You've sold them an ideal and into they've bought
so many think they're nothing unless they have alot
the emptiness interior with diversion seek to fill
subtle its inception nearly painless way to kill
 
sources Ezekiel chapters 27-28
Apocalypse chapters 13 and 18
 
COPYRIGHT © 2010  C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Young Poets Gather


young poets gather
on rocky beach, disguising  
as great sea turtles


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I Thought

I thought,
You are wise and intelligent,
I taught you a lesson of love.
I think,
I shall live a satisfactory life,
And you shall support me to plan,
Affordable memories.
Where I shall not waste my time for past,
I shall not be worrying about my future,
I shall enjoy my present,
And you shall learn to save my energy.
But you failed,
You ran after the shadows.
My absence provided you this opportunity,
You sold my trust to befool me.
You purchased a broken heart for me,
With full of pain and tears,
You burnt me in the heap of sighs.
Although society can award you,
You are wise and intelligent,
But I knew that,
You aren’t fit for any family relations.


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A Nocturnal Bird

a nocturnal bird…
its eyes intently watching,
laughter’s on the ice


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A Few Peach Petals

The roses I picked for you 
have not withered.
Spiteful, rejoicing flowers.
Blossomed on the coldest days
of early Spring. Opened-out
when the relentless rain
battered the pitch of the house.
Flowered when the wind
lashed out against the porch.
We laid under wide covers
and made love in protest
against our nation's hate.
The xenophobia in immigration
debates. Our Oreo skin, naked
and entwined,  a statement,
an act of rebellion. We made love
to wash away our sins.
And when we woke, 
when the kind sun rose,
a few peach petals lay 
gently by our bed.


Dean Walker


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Friend

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


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Dance

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

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

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

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


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



Details | Free verse | |

FROM THE MIND TO THE HEART

Where does one begin to write,
away from the streets' nioses and children's screams,
forgetting those bouts of loneliness
that evade the inner peacefulness?
One starts with a pad, jotting down appealing ideas...
never having to fear they'll be lost.


I have a private place where I compose
a new poem, then read it aloud to myself;
such a place has a window that opens 
to the brilliance of a blessed day,
and sunlight impinging, highlights its words
to amaze me of a would-be greatness. 


After midnight I refuge to this quite corner,
when most people sleep and the luminiscent moon
projects her beams to enlighten my dreamy face,
I stare back at her and wave as I do with friends;
moon as eternal as unseen planets more colorful,
do you have the faintest idea why I indite?


Some write for fame, others to empty their souls of painful reasons,
or to glorify Heaven and love for their continous existence,
but invoking death instead of life is so detestable and inexcusable;
and from their voices I reckon the useslessness and torment...
may I never become like them, to burn hope in blazes of smoke,
watching its incineration until it turns into hot ashes!


I write out of an urge, which swells inside and needs to burst out,  
leaving my psyche, to let it land on prude hands that welcome my gift,
until I pulsate with satisfaction, and purging those who show dissidence...
might raise questions for them who are easily aroused to anger;
I create more in quietitude....not being disturbed by airplanes' roars,
or trains speeding on tracks making all windows vibrate.

 
From the ancient to the modern poets, their intellect is stimulated
by urban or rustic sourroundings, and I have choosen them both in my writings,
and they manifest themselves glowingly, enticing this reason for existing;
open my pages and read all the passionate verses exciting the eye and pleasing the soul:
these are from the mind to the heart, a testimony of an enthustiastic life...
streaching out to every boundery and race, making everyone savor my delights.


Copyright 2010 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Narrative | |

GYPSIES FROM EGYPT

Not far from my bustling town of Baiano, which welcomed anyone, 
there was a camp set up for gypsies,
not with dangerous tramps and thieves,
it looked like a concentration camp:
a territory restricted and feared
by the locals when they burned logs themselves to keep warm;
and despite alienation and distrust, out of it came inner beauty.
Mandisa and I became friends,
and we chatted after I finished school;
many wonderful stories of Egypt she told me:
from every Pharaoh who ever lived to the last tribe of gypsies.
While everybody was suspicious and kept the distance,
prejudice didn't keep me away from her...we shared the same feelings
of two young people, but mine were somewhat more real,
hers were not too realistic considering the condition she lived in:
a camp that resembled a ghetto without any help from the Government.
At dusk, the males played the Ouds and Riqs
that surely brightened up a cloudy sky over their squalid tents...
residents listened, but thought their music was dedicated to their Goddess Iris:
what a misconception they had about theses gypsies who never hurt anyone!
With arms hugged across my chest, feeling the crispness of the evening breeze,
I listened to every song they sang with a nostalgia an outsider couldn't describe,
then I grabbed Mandisa's hand and started to dance!
They cheered and played that music louder..everyone came out of their homes
thinking that a concert was in progress, but they were taken by shock:
their bitter looks changed to human tenderness seeing two kids dance,
one of their own country: beautiful Italy and the other from 
mysterious Egypt which they knew little about.
We looked at them and smiled and invited them to join us to form a ring
where all held each other hand: two races coming together 
in friendship and harmony that before seemed a mere impossibility!


Copyright 2012 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Blank verse | |

The Walking Legs

A stony land,
Ants,
And flies,
Crowded after hunger,
Lost thirst.
The heat wave,
Who frightened,
The walking legs,
Touched their aim. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A New Seed

Like veins flowing through a leaf
We try and spread our belief
Time has come for leaves to fall
On the ground is rest for all

Now and then falls a nut
From a different branch he is cut
He begins to grow differently
But no changes we can see

As he grows he’s the one to blame
In a revolt he receives the flame
Then his fruit becomes mutated
A new seed is now created. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Cry for Help

We were taught earth is blue and green
But soon it might only be a dream
The cool breeze and the blue waters seem to be drying
“Help me”, it feels, the river and seas are crying
Who do we blame for this situation?
Its created by you, me and called “POLLUTION”

No more are the birds chirping
No more are the stars twinkling
No more are the seas calm
No more on our faces we see a charm
It effects us all from water, air and noise
To live with it, is this our only choice?

Friends, before its too late, lets all wake up
Fight it out rather than give up
Lets not litter, lets not scream
Lets plant a tree, and may this not just be a dream
To all our elders, join us fight it without a hesitation
Save the environment and us from the deadly “POLLUTION”


Details | Didactic | |

All Holding Hands

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 | Light Poetry | |

PHOENIX

May be today I have failed
But someday again I will be hailed
Success would be mine
And life’s journey would be fine


My future goals would be set
And all the hurdles would be boldly met
I will rise as a phoenix that is strong and brave
Not consenting to serve any one as a slave

Parents would be there as the guiding light
Inculcating within me the strength to fight
Inspirations around would refill my world that was hollow
And great men’s footsteps would be something I’d follow

In achieving success hard work is the bait
Believing this would accordingly change my fate
Some morning sun would witness me emerging as a winner
Triumphing over the dark I created as a sinner

My failure fills my soul with profound pain
As so many years I let out in vain
But the pain alone would urge me to climb where I desire
Thus it would give me the zenith, which many eyes would admire

My life’s pendulum would regain its swing
Tale of my rebirth the forth coming voices would sing
My survival would be freed from criticism
And the world would see me as optimism winning over pessimism

So when I leave earth
And board the heaven’s berth
I can say the creator that I have worked out his errands
And have been absolutely loyal to his commands


Details | Senryu | |

Summer Pool

Summer Pool
Bikini time fun;
hanging ten by the cool pool,
grinning men enjoy.


Summer Season Senryu


Details | Rhyme | |

The Scream 2008

What have you done oh God of my heart
with love of a man you have filled every part
there was peace here once now it is gone
I stand alone though to him I belong
Why is it always the ones that I love
never return that gift from above
Love was supposed to bring us joy
but the one I love I seem to annoy
will I find peace in the dust of death
it seems more desirable than a heart bereft 
for in death is the comfort of peace
wherefore the pangs of life seeks release
no toils , no trouble , six feet below
away from the fates I have come to know
beneath pale moon and her starry sky
to you alone whose tears hear me cry
my heart and its parts were given to you
to what I have learned I have tried to be true
the pyre of desire and I walk in its flame
a prison I cannot seem to its name
conflict and strife abiding here now
in a place that had peace alongside my vow
a crimson tide has washed my soul
the seeds of desire have taken their toll
I think I need freedom if I am to live
but my heart to another it seems you would give
what good can it do him if he cannot see
the depth of the loving dwelling in me
why I ask why have you done this thing
where is the joy you hoped to him bring

this one is very long if you wish to complete the 
reading please use this link as it is 777 characters 
over whats allowed.......www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=448188090980

in fact I have more than several I cannot post as 
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deficit disorder...


COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


Details | Free verse | |

It's Magic!

It’s Magic!

FOR MY NEXT TRICK,
I’ll take away what is making
Everyone sick around here.

I’ve been hired by BP to
make the oil spill magically disappear.

Hocus pocus! Abracadabra!
Here take this pill,
wear this amulet spelling
ABRACADABRA to ward off this disease,
and put on these rose-colored glasses.

That black splat out
there is just whack!

According to BP,
It’s really just a
big blob of bird crap!


CATCH PHRASE POEM ENTRY


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

A Mother's Love

Dear Children of the Earth,

I am in you as you are in me.
We are interwoven divine humanity.
Together, you and I are the tapestry,
The weave of sun, earth, air, and sea.

I love you, my children, so very much.
You are my hope.  In you I do trust.
I am a living being not meant to be abused.
Will I live much longer the way I am used?

Only through my children shall I live and expand.
Help me now to be the Mother shining and grand.
Without your help, there is no hope for me.
I need you as I love you.  My tears are the sea.

When you are sad and hurt, I am too.
I am your Mother; that’s what Mother’s do.
When you are angry, I flare up and I roar.
When you are disappointed, I cry even more.

When you need cheering, I remove the clouds.
In joy, I share the miracle of the rainbow so proud.
Today, the pain in my heart is wrenchingly deep.
You turn your head from me even as I weep.

Do you love yourselves enough to love me?
Am I not more important than making money!
You bomb, drill, and batter my skin and my flesh.
There’s no thought for me.  My heart cannot rest.

Wake up my children, I desperately need you.
Wake up!  And stop the pain and abuse.
For my dear children, what is happening to me
Is happening to you. Take a look; you will see.

Love me again and my forest will grow lush and tall.
Love me again and restore balance to the seas and rainfall.
My children, can you not see I am a replica of you?
The larger reflection of your own inner brew.

Weather, my children, is your reflection mirrored by me.
If there’s drought, tap into your emotions and cry a sea.
When floods rage, it’s time to check in with your Spirit.
Are you busy with daily routine?  Is there no time to hear it?

If tornados and high winds blow your top, look to your ego.
Observe if your mental processes are telling me, “NO!”
When forest fires seethe out of control, you can be sure.
Spirit is crying out, “I must make the land again pure.”

Together we can change.  We can make a difference.
I extend my mother’s heart to you in complete deference.
We must believe we can change.  I can when you do!
My body is dying, and it can only be saved by you.

I will always love you, no matter what.  That’s what mother’s do.
Love yourself no matter what; so that our love will be reflected anew.
I love my beautiful being.  I love my children.  I love myself – The Earth.
My fate is in your hands, my children.  Will you give me a new birth?

Your Mother, The Earth


Details | Bio | |

Tired (2006)

Falling asleep while falling
Falling asleep while they are calling
Falling asleep while sleeping
So tired my eyes are weeping


Details | Haiku | |

Even the Mountains

even the mountains
needing warmth, in winter cold 
to chant lullabies


Details | Haiku | |

A Flock On Pastures

a flock on pastures
the story of the black sheep
i am the shepherd


Details | Blank verse | |

the nature of man

The Nature of Man 
The hills are full of light like shining stars on a dark sky, 
a pretty sight for weary traveler. The rich have moved 
inland now as the sea stinks of dead fish and stranded 
whales. There is a social order the wealthiest live on top 
of the hill and prices gradually sinks till where the village 
is near the dry river, that occasionally floods and there 
are an invasion of frogs, a creature that survive any world 
disorder, yet so full of chemicals the river banks are full of 
phosphorous light that looks enchanting when seen by those 
who live uphill. The fish industry has moved inland big tanks 
of sardines and cods, but it is luxury food only affordable for 
those on top of the human pyramid. Everything has changed,
where a wanderer could walk and see rabbits and boars run, 
now he meets security guards, in fancy uniforms, telling him 
this is private property keep out. The underpaid are chasing 
the poor and feel good about it. The social order remains, this 
because it is in our nature to be the best, the strongest, 
the cleverest, the fasted and the most ruthless, talk of equality 
is for losers and intellectuals.


Details | I do not know? | |

To Our Center

If we turn away and
Towards our center -
Away from even one attachment 
then 2,3,4 and on...
Those things, 
Those once important and seemingly essential things
To our existance - are away...
Yet we are mindfully watchfull of them.
Then those powers that have persuaded us...
To need them for our minds protection, defence and pleasure.
If we turn from them, to our center...
They will have no option but to surrender that which binds us to them.
The defence budget would be cut by half - for teachers, schools
sustainable development, electric and solar cars, 
Water filtration systems for our gardens...and on.
Our fences will not be pulled down by them...
by our own minds, anew and found.


Details | Haiku | |

When The Mountains Hum

when the mountains hum
the seas awaken, sending
waves against the rock 


Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

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
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | Personification | |

I Am

I am something you hold when you miss,
And I am forgotten all but a gentle kiss!
I am the cold draft when you’re all alone.
And I am the smile that generates your happy home.
I am something for nothing but I’m more than most.
And I am your summer breeze, I am your host.
I am the tear that falls from your eyes,
And I am the light that outshines your lies.
I am the flutter in your beating heart,
And I am the breath that gives you a fresh start.
I am the lump in your throat when lost for words,
And I am the silence you have always heard.
I am the warmth traveling in your blood,
And I am the memory you instantly flood.
I am the dream you’ve always had,
And I am the one with you happy or sad.
I am the one that always told you so,
And I am the only person you positively know.
I am taken and given because I just am,
And I am exactly what I am,
And not even by you will I be jammed!
 
© Copyright  Ann Rich   2006


Details | Sonnet | |

Winter in the Garden

Each winter the Ladder Backed Woodpecker
taps at the barked notches of apple trees.
The leaves have fallen and frost plasters the
limbs brittle enough to break by wind or weight.

This is when the Ladder Backed attacks.
Digs its beak deep into the trunk and pries
out her secret. This is when the woodpecker
sees itself exposed, the strange chagrin,

a grownups mind, ashamed of knowledge.
This is the same season our sad aged parents
were thrown out of the garden. This is when
the thought of good and evil broke bones,

limbs fell off, birds ripped through to the core, 
and a jealous God made us stewards of the world.





Details | Free verse | |

Forced To The Frontal Lobes Of My Mind

   Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
The illegitimate thoughts within
Interpreted metaphors brought forth
Within synaptic theory	
These thoughts must reside to my front
Written on the flattened forest placed before me
Compelled descriptions of fallacy and truth
To the thoughtful teardrop of despair
Unto the world do I give voice
Imaginations in color formed venues,
Of thought
Yet to look, I cannot
This mixture in juxtapose 
The forms of voice I conceal within
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Tragedy inhabits these thoughts of reality
Compounded clarity within confusion
To see these thoughts of realism take shape,
I fear most
Where life and love in forms of hatred
Dwell in a manifesto
Of ill-gotten truths absorbed
Forced to the frontal lobes of my mind
Humanity lives.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


Details | Blank verse | |

a whore writes home

would it be awkward to tell you
how the whole world
smells like petroleum jelly
or that the latex on my fingers
seems never to wear off
to explain
that after a while
they're all the same
one more mark
in a sea of the willing
if you offer the right look,
seeming supplications,
the most brittle of vows
all for a small recompense
that's never enough
it's more than an hour
you lose
in the company of hands
that offer no shelter


Details | Verse | |

What shall I do?

Oh my God, these different ways,
Leads to your home.
I don’t know that is direct to you.
If you met me in a way,
How shall I recognise you?
What language do you speak?
There are different languages,
If I shall be unable to understand you,
Then 
What shall I do?

Oh my God, identically, 
There are changes and time is changing, 
Seasons are growing and dying,
Their merits and de-merits,
Also has changing my features.
You came centuries ago, if I believe,
What should be your new features?
What is your colour?
If you have different colour?
Then 
What shall I do?

Oh my God, it 's nice,
You are homeless,
Otherwise, a human combats for control,
And nobody cares for you.
You are a riddle for us,
That’s why we keep little patience,
The corrupt leader has fight for dishonesty,
If someone controls your home,
Then
What shall I do?

Oh my God, you cares for all,
You have equal respect and regard,
For all, worshippers and non-worshippers,
If you charged these criminals,
Nobody lefts behind to enjoy your forgiveness,
The prisoners never believe you,
They find the right method of worshipping,
They smudged for mercy,
When they ‘ll become free, never learns a lesson,
Then,
What shall I do? 

Oh my God, you are my faith,
I can worship you in my mother tongue,
I can talk to you as I like,
You understand me and I understand you,
You are only a creator, 
That controls this natural system,
I can enjoy my breathe,
If you stop my breathing,
Then, 
What shall I do?


Details | Bio | |

Fairly Fierce

Some are timid,
Some are meek,
Some are strong,
Some are weak,

I'm laid back,
And quiet too,
But if you attack,
Don't matter who,

I become an animal,
Like a cornered beast,
I'll fight against all odds,
Till the threat does cease

I have proved this once,
I have proved this twice,
Invade my dignity,
I am not a bit nice,

I've fought against odds,
Where others might cringe,
When I'm done and thru,
Your apt to feel a singe

I go on automatic,
My brain freezes fear out,
I'll take on any odds,
On this you should never doubt

So those who value survival,
Remember when it comes to me,
I may well seem comic and weak,
But beware that which you do not see.


Details | Tanka | |

Fresh Wind

Unpredictable
By no direction of man
Angels spread their wings
And are carried by fresh wind
To places unknown, unseen


Details | Bio | |

Beautiful Days

Sunshine  beating on my shoulders.
Wind blowing through my hair.
Just a beautiful day for walking around enjoying the sights and the sounds that happen as the seasons are changing.
Birds whistling i love you.
Smiles upon people's faces
It's just a warm warm feeling just watching as the signs of spring draw near.
Flowers are blooming love ones walking hand in hand,
Skipping to the beat of such  sweet sounds as we change into the nicest time of year.


Details | I do not know? | |

Tree

The tree did not ask
“Where are you from?”
And in my fatigue
I stretched out in its shade


Details | Free verse | |

' Peace Is In Sight '

Sparkling Dew … Bright Moon Beams
Sunshine and Gleaming Streams
Radiant Life and Light Hearts

Shimmery Rainbows … Glistening Snow
Twinkling Stars and  A Love-Glow
and Fearless When Lightning Flash Starts

If You Reflect These… With All Your Might
Look ! … True Peace Is In Sight


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Scorned

The old mother
She lays her head down and she sighs
Her eyes close
She’s growing tired
So tired

Still
There is within her
The strength of heart
To rise up and smash us
To crush us
To burn us
To rip and tear us apart
And drown us all
In her rage
Her tears

For we are all to blame
All of us
Not just one race
But all
For when we didn’t fight
Hard enough
When we didn’t fight at all
And when we didn’t listen
And when we
Didn’t heed her cries
As we raped her
We were killing her too

And maybe
Maybe
This mother
Won’t turn the other cheek
Maybe she’ll bash our skulls in
Maybe she’ll kill all of her children
Because we’re all ungrateful
And maybe
Maybe
Mother Earth will just
Die


Details | Personification | |

Silent Poet

In winter I nestle 
under your quilt warming me  
till snow melts.

In spring I bloom 
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.

In summer I watch 
hordes of backpackers, under my shades 
as heat wave makes them bored.
	
In fall I remember 
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.

Before your eyes I became 
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes. 


Details | List | |

To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born….

When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One
When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat
When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat
When the Angels could not even sing in unison 
When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon
When the charming moon lacked its own charisma
When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma
When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man 
When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan
When my mother decided her own time to conceive 
When my older brother was not willing to receive
When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat
When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not 

To this world I was born….

Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve
To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived
To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells 
To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels
To witness the golden sun rising from the east
To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss
To make a wish upon the great northern star
To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car
Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde
To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round 
To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully
To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully
To shine, against all odds, to the entire world

Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand
Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end



 


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Respect Our Good Neighbors

I saw a light on the side of the road
Shining like a star in the dirt
Dusty diamonds in the rough
Cosmic talcum in the night
Fey child
Old little Good Neighbor lost to this time
Will-o-the-wisp in the gravel
She backed into the grass as I walked up
Wings to the wall, one might say
With a fallen whimpering mew
A secretive look fell into my eyes
And I left sugar-water and milk by the road.


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Water Divides Lands

water divides lands…
rainbow bridges us, you see
what it really mean?


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Stolid Conscience

So today, amongst the peppermint tongue of wisdom,
we languidly swim laps around the world.
We absorb the atmosphere and lick the sky off our fingertips
with greedy grins.
We dive to caverns hard pressed by the sea
and swim with ionic, carnivorous fish
gone blind with the lack of the sun.
Two in each hand, held up by the tails.
Then, in a push, in a leap off the sand
gone to swirls 'round the imprint of our flying feet,
we pulse through the sea and burst blue into skies
as we trampoline straight into stardust and ink, 
leaving the fish in a gulp of exhaustion
in space set in limbo with no gravity.
We wind up the clocks to integrity's time
and bite into luminous skins of the moon.
We rule all the tides with our peppermint tongues
and staple our breath to the last moment left
of the world's unencumbered embrace.
We conquer every last bit of the woods
and leave there our footprints of continent size.
Denting the earth with the weight of desires
without any thought to the future of futures.
As long as we fill up our bellies,
with every last resource the earth can squeeze out,
we go to bed brimming with thoughts of tomorrow
with the sting of our wisdom a tragedy's lightning
to score us in laser's which lack consequence
'till the moment that all becomes clear before dying
and suddenly remorse beds our souls long obtuse
and the moon turns her back as we weep.
For conscience is something that shouldn't be left
to the very last moment of breathing.


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Was It An Act of God?

Catastrophes,natural disasters and torrential rains
what causes these thing to happen, on whom do you place the blame?
mankind has misused and abused this planet on which we live
Mother Nature must make adjustments, the forces of nature then give
we have built too many buildings, taken over too much land
an earthquake may be a realignment to the acts and plans of man

aerosol cans, rain forest diminishing, the erosion of the soil and ground
when the rain eventually falls the lack of trees causes the mud to slide down
God gave us some power, many have called it free-will
mankind can use it for good or he can use it for ill-will
yet when many lives are lost and so many souls depart
why does anyone think to ask, was it an act of God?

air pollution, water pollution, the whole industrial age
has ravaged our planet and brought about Mother Nature's rage
we act before we think, we destroyed things that can't be replaced
maybe Mother Nature is trying to tell us to do an about face
tsunamis, monsoons and all types of major tidal waves
may be a wake-up call to how we have behaved

we need to come together and start making some major plans
stop raping our natural resources and start preserving God's land
so if anyone ever asks you, was it an act of God the Lord Christ?
just ask them for this planet, what has mankind sacrificed?
we are selfish in our deeds, self-absorbed in our needs
eventually we must bear the blame and we all will pay the price
just don't be so quick to place the burden of guilt on God the Lord Christ


Details | I do not know? | |

Too late

Too late ?
I cant relate to these people from the day of my birth.
These ones who rape and pillage the Earth.
I pursuit of the great profit that reigns all supreme.
At the expense of all that’s beautiful and green
But soon the cost will be felt 
As the ice continues to melt
When the water starts to come through the floor
That’s not all just wait there’s more!
Cyclones floods droughts so grand
Still we keep our head in the sand

Though the time will come when we have no choice 
But to speak out in one loud voice
We only have one foot through the gate
ACT NOW its not to late
To change our selfish, unwise way
And make those most responsible pay 
For the Earth is the only home we know 
When it’s ruined where will we go ?
Though I fear things will stay the same
There is to much money in this game

Now sorry to end on a negative note 
But I hope you can swim 
          And your house float



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Skinny Bones (2006)

I’ve had my porridge oats, tea and toast
Being skinny is not a boast
May I’m fortunate or may be your not
Don’t blame me for the fat I haven’t got
I consume fat but it goes
Not an ounce goes to show
You eat you pile
The weight you try to shift will stay a awhile
Either way it is harsh to hear
Don’t call me skinny bones you fat lard do you hear?


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Love Faux Pas

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



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Untitled #283 / I see everything #3

I see everything.
I see that only one thing matters.
I see men and women break themselves against its jagged rocks.
This is why I am scarred.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Chocolate Tree

A complex Composition may take a long time to compose....

Several female figures communicating their relaxed relationship

within a safe , stylish comfortable environment  or harvesting

of the fruits, like a Van Gogh metamorphisis.   Several figures 

in the field working within an orchard environment.

Selecting ,reaching, placing , gathering and  singing rythmically.
 
Oranges , apples or grapes and carrying  a woven cane basket. 

Working in the field, on the land , organically without machinery.

Chocolate grows only  3 degrees north or south of the equator.*

The oblong knobbly pod  is not particularly attractive , it looks a bit

like a custard apple and grows directly out from the  trees' trunk . 

The sound of drums reverberating through the lush, humid forest.

The Chocolate tree was originally discovered in the deep , dense,

dark canopy covered rainforests of South Americas and was 

used as a mood enhancer , possibly also an entrancer in  rituals. 

Explorers carefully carried and contained the revered cacoa seed,

thinking nothing much of its bitter taste.

Introduced and redeveloped  in Europe from the fifteenth century.

When the pod is cut open it looks a bit like a custard apple again.

Dark, waxy seeds embedded within a pulpy flesh here and there. 
It is  Cocoa seeds that are used to make our favorite chocolate!

*(A  few feet either way North or South of the Equator , water swirls
   downwards  clockwise 4 North and anticlockwise 4 South.}




Details | Blank verse | |

Alligators

Beware from alligators,
A notice board was hanged,
Outside the pond,
And water was very quiet.

I tried to look around,
I haven’t seen any alligator,
But suddenly an animal came,
And bend to drink water.

I have seen a giant alligator,
Attacked on an animal,
But a poor animal has lost his life,
But board was still hanging.

I have seen thousands alligators,
In white clothes but never seen, 
Any notice board, is system so worst?
They are sucking bribery who noticed.


Details | Tanka | |

Rivalry


The finest line drawn-- 
Between silent stirs and sighs 
Of swaying roses 
In such perfection for myth 
Charmed by breath of a night wind


Details | Haiku | |

Primary Colours

primary colours 
in the still of lonely night
starless moonlight walk


Details | Free verse | |

Night Sounds / Night Thoughts

Endless train whistles,
At the limits of one's hearing,
Never farther away,
Seemingly never, ever nearing...

Sirens shrill screech,
At times of their own choosing,
The pulse of mountain winds,
Never gaining, never losing,

Honking winged geese,
A satire of city cabs?,
In cloud bound nature's streets,
Small planes coming and going,
In a parade of me wondering,
but, never knowing,
Where they might have come from,
And where they now are going...

Abandoned homes,
Abandoned dreams,
Stars sparkle in a
mockery of fate,
Who was the last to leave that home?
And what might have been the date?

Will bears soon be wandering
down city streets,
Perhaps shopping for a new coat?
Wild dogs in packs attacking anything?
The bray of feeding goats?

My silent snores go unappreciated now,
There's no one to say "Good Night",
The body aches, my will it strains,
I have no one to share my pains...

Empty pockets stress my hope,
It takes all my will to cope,
Where has everybody gone to?
Has everyone gone to the moon?
I await my turn to join them,
I pray it will be coming soon...

Or am I left here to guard the past?
For me to be the very last?
To witness what the fates have cast?
To experience decay first hand,
Through the hour glass's ebbing sand,
How pointless time does then stand,
Not like a full head of hair..
But a single, lone strand?

Me, the lone keeper of times no more,
As giant machines still hum busily,
No one now to know their purposes,
now or then for sure....

And now you must go too...
I wonder, I wonder,
What I will do?
Alone, books and ink,
My sole companions till
my ship does finally sink?
I eye the rifle in the corner...
Maybe the rules God will bend...
If I use it as my ticket to tranquility,
For, at least, my pain to end?

Yes, at its worst,
No more pain...
Sure it is forbidden,
But reasons to live seem to drain...
No one to say Goodnight to,
No one to say Good Morn...
No one to hear me question...
Why I was ever born...

To those who complain of pressures,
Of work, of family....
Could sit in my chair,
eyes opened...
And see what I can see...
I'd work 24 hours a day,
7 days a week,
And enjoy every responsibility,
To care for friends and family...
& work 60 hours a week,
& feel the difference,
Paycheck but a bonus,
And, see
& gain a new point of reference,
And from that very day,
You'll see the value of your life,
In a very, very, new way.





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The Note

I was corner-stoned by many of you.
The note was dotted with a dash.
But this note was an ultimate smash.
I found a peephole and peeped through.
 
I found a bird gave him the note and away he flew,
Across the deserts and the valleys he was there in a flash,
Across the rivers and Oceans he made a great big splash.
He made it to the shore, but the note he began to chew.
 
He passed a timely test,
And his belly was full,
He did not stop to rest,
The note he had to pull.
 
The bird landed on the Oceans shore,
Singing praises of his rugged chore.


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Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
 
Their tribes grow.
 
I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
Our moons
grow few.  


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Boots

In the South there are old
Graves and ancient oaks
That hang with the beards
Of past men.  Below them 
I walk as if in a coliseum 
Of sages.  

They 	await 	q u e s t i o n s.
I wonder if in my pockets
Of dust I have the right
Questions.  

They are watchful 
Over the graves here,
Strange graves, with stones
Where the feet could be.

Why do the graves today
No longer have the boot
Stones?  Where have the legs
Of humanity gone?

The wind blows
Arousing the beards’
Words which speak 
Through the thinned leaves;

“Where are your legs?”
They ask.  “I don’t know”,
I say, “I’ve always been 
Floating.  Where in the world 
Does on find the ground?”


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Parthenon Marbles


Parthenon marbles
the Greek ancient heritage 
why the Queen has it?


Details | Romanticism | |

Sweet and Sour of Love

Lost
In a sea 
Of crimson skies
As I try to listen 
Carefully
To the mountains
Chant, in silence 
While clouds 
Teasingly
Sprinkle my whole
With its majesty 
Liquid, 
Now 
Running down 
On rosy cheeks 
And I 
Tasted the sweet 
And sour 
Of first love
Yet still 
Need to chase 
The day 
Ascending 
To the top
Where 
The glory of a 
Blood red pride 
Will be
As ultimate prize 
Awaits, for those
Who could solve 
The paradigm 
Of her life


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Every One Has Time


every one has time
to leave, red bird starts to fly
wings flap with new hope


Details | Blank verse | |

I Am

I am a cute girl
I wonder why the sky is blue
I hear a star twinkling bright
I see a pig flying far away
I want a '61 Ford Mustang Convertible
I am a cute girl

I pretend I am an adult
I feel likeness for the Lochness Monster
I touch the sun
I worry about dying
I cry when I don't get my way
I am a cute girl

I understand flings don't last forever
I say drugs mess you up
I dream about having a boyfriend
I try to get good grades
I hope someday I will be married
I am a cute girl


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Now, I See My World

now, i see my world
behind glass is my beauty,
they call it an art


Details | Haiku | |

And There Is The Sky-

and there is the sky…
where the cockcrow and dusk meet,
i’m caught, by surprise



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It Is A Great View


it is a great view 
tree’s roots holding against time
how far can you see?
	





Details | Rhyme | |

Global Warming



It seems our main concern is global warming
because it will affect us all,
lots of countries trying their hardest
to try to make the temperatures fall.

Fires and floods on the increase
heatwaves and drought all around,
families becoming homeless
and loved ones that can't be found.

Governments are hoping to control it
by making new pollution laws,
I just wish they'd put the same effort
into trying to stop all the wars.

It seems like we're fighting off nature
and trying to win if we can,
but maybe it's really the other way round
and nature is fighting off man.


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Today Is Sunday

today is Sunday
a day to meet our Savior
see you at the park


Details | Narrative | |

Five Glychostones

There’s five glychostones and they’re hid very well.

One is a link to the future of a God given Grace.
One is a key to all of the boxes stuffed with mail.
One is a code to an ancient mystery and is a case.
One is a seed that grows throughout all the lands.
Moreover, the last is a main element for survival!

So we go journeying for the glychostones in the kingdom halls up in hands,

What a redemptive Holy revival!
Hands in hands they shall all go.
Not one, but two knows their way.
Just hope and always, always pray!
And never simply say I don’t know!

Just search for the five glychostones enriched in its purest true value,
Moreover, each has essential life sustaining merits of valor or honor, 
Hands fill up in the sands when the farmer awakens inside all of you!

Just search for five glychostones and seek to explore all you can do,
Each glychostone reaps in merits and honors ordained pure and true.

You will find every single one of them decked out in crystallites’ blue!
You are splendid with many abundant blessing hands upon your lands!


Details | Rhyme | |

Natural Abuse

Flowers blooming in the spring
birds that show us how to sing,
leaves that rustle in the breeze
colours in the autumn trees,
the sun that warms us from above
the moon that brings us thoughts of love,
all this beauty can be found
anywhere, just look around,
produced by nature with style and grace
to be abused by the human race.


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olden memories

olden memories
linger as the great orb fades,
before lovers' eyes


Details | Haiku | |

Torch of Hatred

green tree frog slid down

cattails mirrored, dark pool shone,

hatred torched the town.


Details | Sonnet | |

Kindred Spirit

Is your spirit ready to cross the great big Ocean?
And is your heart open to the wind and free to run? 
It’s where our nights and days are never done,
It’s where we sail and soar with a higher notion.

We are the magic’s most powerful potion.
Lying under the heat of the scorching Sun,
It’s where you and I lay together as one.
It’s where our spirit is in mighty motion.

Carried across the Mountains peak,
One by one it is our blissful state.
Many and more will rise to seek.
The Moon’s glow conquering their fate!

Shielded by my glorious kindred spirit,
You will all know my voice when you hear it.

® Registered: Ann Rich 2006


Details | I do not know? | |

The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
Spring...
it's a time to let go for new
beginnings.


Details | Rhyme | |

EARTH MOTHER BELL

Now tell me what is this thing, what does it represent?

Will we be able to comprehend it’s meaning to our heart’s content?

Why does it fill the soul with such a strange wonderment?

Making us feel and cherish our life’s every moment

 

The way it makes us feel is like we are being nourished

The earth’s love and warmth making us flourish

Thinking of mother earth’s love that we all cherish

Without the gifts of the earth humankind will perish

 

It is but truly fitting to make a bell out of the image

To wake up those whose thoughts had been sleeping in this age

We may not be as wise I and as intelligent as the bygone royal sage

But we should know that a battle against evil in this time should be waged


Now even the weather system is suddenly changing

Our dear mother earth’s health is slowly failing

We are having worldwide disasters that are alarming

Effects of what is called everywhere as global warming


Do we stay deaf to the earth’s mournful call?

Can’t we hear it calling, can’t we hear it toll?

Will we be a part of mankind’s end, the human race’s downfall

In saving our dear mother’s life shouldn’t we give our all?


There is evil destruction being done to nature and we know it well

Destroying trees, killing animals just to have something to sell

Destroying the environment wantonly, creating our own hell

It’s time to hark, and hear the call of the earth mother bell


Details | Lyric | |

A Willing Heart


Oh, the way a 
poem rhymes
on a sheet of green of stolen memories
at the end of day
or the coming of night

is tinged with
wisdom of a falling leaf, yelling 
in great silence, where only
a willing heart can hear!


Details | Verse | |

When will you speak?

How do you feel when you don’t speak?
What is wrong if you participate in a discussion week?
Most of the people they never speak when they are free,
They never mind who is suffering they don’t like worry.

If ancestors who participated they don’t speak, 
What would be the nature of world’s steak?
The system is developed for everyone’s benefit,
If someone is poor, unemployed or a lit.

A person is managing and collecting complains,
How can he serve better he cares for blames?
If someone is n’t satisfied and living a wild,
He expects as a mature but plays as a child.

His excitement and encouragement is only a dream,
He always sparks he does n’t like main stream.
He behaves as a smuggler and seeds corruption,
His grudge is only money he cries for interruption.

When people visit to their God’s home,
He counts only donation his nature is as a broom.
Why do you prefer to work if money is only a matter?
A clever person has his opinion, he is a good chatter.

A person drew a cartoon of God you demonstrated,
I respect you if you understand God lives in a cartoon painted.
You never thought the innocents those who were blasted,
They were only human Bomb not human who were frosted.

When innocent were raped and killed you never spoke,
They were n’t you that are religious why mankind has stroke.
I am Dalit; I know that over the centuries you ruled me,
I am still Dalit crying for justice you always befooled me.

My God isn’t a God but your God is only a God,
That is equal for all; they are living at home or abroad. 


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A Note to a Sister

To you, my lovely Hermie

You can be the star 
That shines bright at night;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the bird’s song 
That fills the air of early morn; 
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the Angel’s trumpet 
That welcomes the first cockcrow;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the alabaster rose 
That blooms in the Master’s garden;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the mountain 
That chants lullabies in soft falsetto;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be anything…
And, you can have everything;
If, you wanted to be.

If, and only if… 
You ask all of these, 
Only, in the name of our God.

One thing thou, sure, I know…
You’re one of the backbones 
Of His sacred choir.

Come, O come, let us sing 
The hymns of praises, in one voice
For the Lord’s rejoicing.

Remember thou, O lovely Hermie
If, you choose to be the alabaster rose, 
Be the flower, not the prickly thorn.
 
‘Tis my wish for you, O my sister
Greet me, O greet me, with a holy kiss
For I am your brother, in Christ.



Details | Ballad | |

A WISH FOR RICHNESS

It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       


Details | Verse | |

Who is enemy?

A person who loves you,
And feels jealous,
When you ignore him,
And finds opportunity,
To complain against it.

A person who praises you,
Actually seeking affairs,
His kind and polite behaviour,
That is trying to win your heart,
So he can get a kind service,
His offer has a meaning.

A person who feels pride,
And he courages you to do something,
Actually he is turning his experience,
He wants to return something back,
That he fails to gain it,
That’s why we need advice.

A person who whispers,
Actually he is delivering information,
A person is bad, be aware,
He works as a mirror reflects on us,
A person can learn for improvements,
That’s why a man learns through mistakes.

A person who is smudger?
Actually he works as an enemy,
He always trying to fire something,
His motive is only to ruin others,
He feels joy to put others in crisis,
He drags knife in someone’s back.


Details | Lyric | |

One Heart, Two Lives

O, Pearl of the Orient! The island
Of the islands in the Far East---
How nostalgic 
The humming wind and the sea, the sunset
And the mountains, the rice fields and the people 
The Boleros and the Jeepneys
Don’t you worry, Inay, your beauty 
Is still within me

O, Athena! The babysitter 
Of my lonely soul 
I tiptoed, like a fog, into your beloved fortress 
And sit on the ruins 
Of your pasts, daydreaming
I, the poet, crowned with rhyme and verse
And well-adorned, with pearled barong 
From the islands of the sea



Details | Haiku | |

The Excursionists


the excursionists
visiting the lake of green
did they find haiku?


Details | Personification | |

Flower

the flower blooms 
with innocent hue
waltzes in fantasy

then, a messy rain 
catches a glimpse 
of its softness, ‘til

it blushes away…
and withers alone 
in a pang of guilt


Details | Free verse | |

POET IN THE POT

Of many are poets in soup
gagged with the air we breathe
suffocated by the strings of hawks
perked by the long neck of an ostrich.

Drown in the murky water of obsequiousness
tied to the apron strings of what to chomp
turned juggler for survival instinct
danced to the tune of he that plays the piper.

Others' soup plunged them into soup
tongue-lashing the untouched of the land
louding the truth above the speaker of life
paying for the conviction in-built

But the poet is already in the pot
struggling to un-pot himself
fromthe fangs and thorns of the land
how long will he be potted still in the pot?


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature Show

Watch crime's rampant celebration,
  cops respond as though hibernating bears.
Waiting in the wings,insurance company crows
  answer with blank,black glares.
Street dancing chimps dressed as Devil's 
  cherubs,free to slip in and out of bars.
Suicidal pack-mules shoulder instant death
  'pon underground subway cars.
In the distance,hyenas snort at suffering
  and take Oathes of Office.
While the masses of buffalo herds run
  with tired intent for the crevice.
Shush,keep absolutely silent and observe
  how their eyes,in the night,glow;
For we're to witness the natural order,
  can't disrupt this nature show.


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Haiku

Human being’s mind rhyme
A moment of undefined time
Interacting with a fine chime
Kissing the fruit of a wild lime
Understand nature’s sublime


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #216 / When you compete with no one

It is also said that
when you compete with no one
no one can compete with you


Details | Rhyme | |

Ultra, Venetian Sunsets

Gondolas thrift contently upon a gentian violet
Thrown from dusky sunsets on a marauding wake  
Adopting Venetians transpose as the partake;   
Sip mulberry wine to toast the ultraviolet.

Cerulean skies, inundations, surge the amaranth 
Spray lavender with a mauve bouquet of backcloth;
Bear a pigmentation that the heliotropes strove forth 
Luminary, heather halos mimic gamma strength. 

Plum age old interceptors, those cardinals and priests
Rage velveteen and indigo, planning sermons apiece,
Text books coloured aubergine bless a firmament lease 
Like exorcists displaying ways to snub behemoth beasts.  

The Grand Canal is unified as the amethysts surrounding:
Producing arch goliaths, as the buildings passing by
Shape a deep mauve battlement, twilight’s gradual high    
The sheer delight of Indigo, the honeymooners grounding. 


Details | Lanterne | |

Four Lanternes

Girl
laughing
smiling, too
talking to a
guy

Eat
your food
don’t you laugh
don’t you wonder
why

Be
one with
this feeling
underneath the
sky

Live
your life
be no one else
‘til the day you
die.


Details | ABC | |

SELF-DECEPTION

Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.

Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief !

Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great sentences,
and easy flows the river under sun,
there was nothing left in the desert
and slowly burns the cauldron of craft.

That sudden spurt of rage and tears,
strangle of dreams, roses and hopes.
My empty hands, white skin, leafy eyes
Why ? Am I tremendous, expanding like sea ?


SATISH VERMA


Details | I do not know? | |

Imagine

                                   Imagine
                    Written By: Famekia Dingle


Imagine a state of willing yourself into a state of a characteristic of autism,
Speechless, locked into your own thoughts, a fantasy that never ends with your 
most private of impulses.

Take your time, go inside yourself to a place where it is only you, what would you 
do, do with only you.

Speechless, to time and space not recognizing the difference between a 
strangers and your own face.
              Locked into your own thoughts, with playful glee, probably wondering is 
this the way it’s always going to be, living a never ending fairest of fairy tale 
fantasy.

Take your time, go inside yourself to a place where there is only you, what would 
you do, do with only you.

Fantasy, where no one else exists, just your mind, thoughts, fantasies, and most 
private of impulses.


Details | Haiku | |

Hybrid Beauty

                                                Black and gold roses

                                                 Not natural in nature

                                                But common in stores


Details | ABC | |

SHOCK THE GARDEN

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


SATISH VERMA


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Untitled #105 / Washington midnight

On a Washington midnight thirteen bug-eating bats
descend upon the Air Force Memorial spotlights
drawn to swarms of their favorite insect dinners.
What a spectacular sight! Wings of evil crowding ‘round the spires!
But they cannot compare with the other species of bloodsuckers!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | I do not know? | |

Toys

Killing our earth
Just killing time
It doesn't matter
Everything's fine

Mother earth cries
Her oceans bleed
So she lets loose
Another infectious disease

We reap what we sow
We build and destroy
Wrapped up in the excuse
Of our brand new toys

Environmentaly unconscious
Politically insane
The almighty dollar
Is all that matters to be gained


Details | Free verse | |

A Night, With The Stars


We spent the night—
once, in non-verbal talks, from rhythmic 
folk steps in duple time 
to a wild swaying. To enjoy life, 

be totally free. A lover, friends 
and me. Yes, me. I was there, to be with 
them. They wanted loud music and 

the exotic juices of an Agape plant, I 
preferred a peaceful night. Still we 
partied, with the ungentle winds 
and my sentiments. The snapping chimes 

of woods in lit and the boozes took 
us down the field, presenting the earth and 
the sky. I watched the night, with 

drunken eyes. Ah, there were the stars 
and me and the options 
yet decided. The stars easily had it, and I dazedly 
winkled, welcoming them into my world.
 



Details | Free verse | |

Heart Attack

An Empty belly was thundering space,
Eyes were scratching in lightening,
Darkness was growing in shade,
Stars were twinkling in Sunlight,
When a dizzy body fallen over,
And drown in the pool of sweat.
Ambulance was rushing to the hospital,
A planned man was suffering a Heart Attack.


Details | Free verse | |

Why Flowers Bloom

You remarked
The anger
You deeply felt

As you
Unveiled yourself
In solitude

Would have 
Burnt to ground
A city, yet

You make
This anger flow, like river
Of joy

To quench
The thirst
Of a desert--

And, flowers bloom to delight our eyes


Details | Rhyme | |

Sounds tell of...

Tinkling Bells
              
Heavy church bells

Inscence curls smells

LIke echos from sea shells
                      
The shepherd gathering his sheep...


Details | Blank verse | |

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.


Details | Personification | |

The Flower And The Weed





The weed is jealous looking over to next door,
                       that pleasant flower whose most adored.
It eyes the style and mimics through its bloom
                       but there was only room for one to groom.
The clippers controlled by human hands
                       Decided first who was meant to leave the land.
The weed did fear for he only wanted love
                       But clipped away and jumped afar above.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled Love


I am--
A poem, the component 
Of heart and
 
Soul
With all the rhythm 
And rhyme that I gush
In wordy hives 

Of craving
Curved, delicately
On a tree, as its 

Blood-stained 
Juices run down the earth
To kiss and reverse the enchantment
Of winter. Ah, I am--

A poem
Not to irritate 
Your eyes

Yet, to please them 
With scented hue 
Of sensuous love, wafting 
From sleep 







   


Details | Verse | |

Birth

The sun arises in maternal eyes,
bathes with vibrant gold this child's emergent brow,
anoints with halo of moonlit star-crossed skies,
kisses with the love of life that starts from now.
At the first ragged cry lactosis stirs the swollen breast,
the milk of human kindness softly seeps;
heartbeat slowing in a birdcage chest;
forever in her soul this moment keeps.
The pain of tissue rent is dying out,
the sweat of labour on her flesh has dried,
the hurt in primal scream, in fevered shout
fades to a state of grace with tears cried.
Held at the break of dawn on birthing day,
on bed sheets where the blood of life has run;
though cords are cut and calmly thrown away
the mother and the child remain as one.


Details | Blank verse | |

Lunching Vultures

He left the boat tied fore and aft on the windward side of the ramp
It was low tide and kelp covered most of the low end
The usual crowd was watching his every move
Sitting there in the sun sipping from cold gloved cans
Some smoking, some eating a brown bag lunch
All waiting patiently for something to go wrong
To brighten their collective boring day
Lord knows how many slips and falls
Dropped baggage, coolers and clothes
Boats missing their boarding on trailers too deep
All those eyes glued on him as he went to get his truck
Every one averted if he looked back
The trailer slid down the ramp till the wheel hubs almost dipped in
He locked up the brakes and left the truck running in park
Boarded the boat
Started her up and cast off
Backed her into the sea slowly
Then surged ahead to plant her all the way forward onto the trailer
Raised the motor then slid over the bow onto the tongue
The hook was just loose enough to catch the bow eye
He turned the handle a half turn to snug
Stepped onto the truck bed
Then over the driver’s side to open the door and get in
He pulled up the ramp
Stopped and got out
Tied down the stern ties
Then got in and drove off
They waited for the next boat out 


Details | Free verse | |

Vehicle's of Expression

Knowledge about our surrounding's
is key on two focal point's,those being,
information and comprehension.

Substance is our materialistic perception
without an object,no clear perception.
Take the air as an example...
we don't see it,but we feel the wind
it's motion is'nt visible without prop's
such as cloud movement,tornadoe's
or falling leave's swirling the air.
also,we don't see it as a source of moisture
until it rain's,or snow's,or hail's
the reflective resource is visible
in our river's,lake's and ocean's.

The spirit of the soul and the body
the body being only a vehicle of the soul
the soul being the guiding force of the body.

We can use a car,a vehicle,as an example
applying thought now as the car being the body
the vehicle itself has no thought nor feeling
this vehicle also has no action,nor sense of surrounding

You now,the spirit of the soul
enter this vehicle of enclosure
you insert the key for ignition
you now,behind the wheel
are the guiding force of the vehicle.

Depending on our knowledge
is how we drive and direct
if incapable and unknowledgable
we are reckless,negligent,as a guide
a negative force being a detriment
comprehension of being well informed
will allow us to flow through traffic....

The substance of our soul
is the projection of our inner nature
what's reflected back,is what we project....


Details | ABC | |

DUST

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
retreat,
It gives you  solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
fakes,
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.


SATISH VERM


Details | Blank verse | |

Nothin'

It’s what kids have been doing all day
A dismissive answer to weigh
‘t is also an answer to thanks
And what’s needed for lovers to say
But mostly it’s everything else
almost all of an atom and more

So it’s really not at all
Just space in time
With little additions
A lot of momentum
And  all of us on for the ride 


Details | I do not know? | |

Woman (2005)

Powerful, strong and often though wrong
Condemned, hated and waited so long
Deserving, beautiful and slashed
A fighter, a warrior and trashed
Evil, dirty and forgiving
Selfish, rude but one who keeps living
Stupid, idiotic and dissolves the pain
Loud, arrogant but always remain 


Details | Free verse | |

Earth's Ruination

Cracking poison pills
along fault lines and blue insignias
we laughed.
How we riddled the world
in often misguided abbreviations and pith.
Pouring the beads of pin head size
into the water we drink and breathe
we waited.
How we ordered the waves
to recall their terror and quell the moon.
Studying nature 
from eleven levels and burnt trees
we sighed.
How we wished for new saplings
but found ourselves only with high-rise condos and dust.

A price of lost deliverance and gorged bank accounts
bloated dirty green with every cracked, poisoned lake,
stream, river, ocean, cloud, minute drop of dew,
to take to our death bed.


Details | Rhyme | |

Orange

Sunspots stain the smoking lenses,
sedation shades the restless sea,
gradients of tangerine 
kiss surface burned tranquility.
Beyond the dreams of hungry eyes,
skyline licked by orange tongues,
street lights blinking into graves,
microcosmic dying suns.
Bleeding hearts on promenades
patrol the run down pallisades,
a universe breeds parallels
of purple prose and love parades.
Beyond the humpback of the bridge,
through latticed bones of iron rust,
sinks the orange basketball,
liquid gold to dirt and dust.
Dreamless sleepers congregate
as fading strands crawl on the skies,
and loneliness concealed within
then laughs until it crys.


Details | Free verse | |

Sea of Grass

I watch the sea grass sway in the wind
the great ocean of our land
no longer does the its great ships pass
their skelatons long forgotten memories
no more are we considered pioneers
to brave this land
Well settled people call this place
with neighbors just miles away
we are just one community
ready to face hardships
that come are way
but we have a secret
that I will tell
though many say this place
is a settled land
we are still pioneers
we look to the stars and dream,
big dreams.


Details | Blank verse | |

Inside The Eye Of The Storm

Pressure gives birth.

It surrounds the offspring

with an impenetrable wall of stormy winds,

that allow nothing in.

Yet, within, there is calm, quiet

protected by centrifugal force.

Inside the eye of the storm,

I wait.


Details | Verse | |

Optional Life

Money is a matter.
Telling me a Potter.
Child is very expensive,
Posted me a daughter.

When you was a child,
Your mum wasn’t wild,
If she can afford you,
Why are you a hooter?

I work always hard,
But my wife was a guard,
Always looking after me,
She wasn’t a modern cheater.

Social life was very cheap,
But nobody has a loud weep,
Cold was everywhere cold,
I enjoyed only coal heater.

Central heating, electricity and gas,
Heated up one face and two face,
That’s why she has complaint,
Optional life is a meter.


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Narrative | |

British Punjabi (2005)

Though I was born in the UK and I knew no more
In my dreams I heard my grandparents calling me to their door
I visited Punjabi and it lit my heart
This was me, a place in me where I found my part
Know I can see me as a whole
British Punjabi, my identity is in control
I met family I never knew before and they are a reflection of me
Funny, we live so far yet have parallel lives just to continue our ancestry. 
Unity just by sitting on the floor to eat
I am humbled to walk bare foot on the street
My village that struggles in a war and it is home today
I don’t feel torn; I know where I fee at peace and where I should stay 
I feel comfortable being inside of me
I am a British Punjabi 


Details | Senryu | |

Somewhere In Our Hearts

somewhere in our hearts
there is a haiku written,
in own sweat and blood


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of the Bear

Awakened too early from hibernation
only to witness this abomination
attitudes blaring devices to divide
the love that I harbor so deeply inside

Waning awareness , has afflicted the many
comatose disease befallen unready
will has been broken , love falsely spoken
the air filled with lust and their eye's

Shattering heart's like ceramic starts
keeping the masses so far apart
imaginary ocean's , imaginary shore's
deserted islands are a common bore

The gifted's been blundered
their vault's have been plundered
inheritance , now hesitant , abhorred
aborted , the living , at the beginning
lost faith has stalled the requitting

The battle we wage , on this gruesome stage
is not for the faint of heart
there is no delay , for the beast must pay
his reign , must not rain , anymore........






Details | Romanticism | |

She, Like An Emerald

Clouds of Marlboro smoke gently billow 
As I etch her name on a maiden willow

She, like an emerald on my silver pillow
Ending all my sorrow, tears quietly flow


Details | Senryu | |

I Never Dreamt This...

I never dreamt this…
naked ladies ere my eyes
what shall I do now?



Details | I do not know? | |

GREENEST ROSE

Prosper greenest rose.
The severed stem dos’t grows.
Come to the limb and reap the trim.
Thou ar’t so deep to master thy leap.
Spring must bring the lovely leafy thing.
Who cutest thou?
Tell it true.
The answer lies with thou as dew


Details | ABC | |

YOU AND EVERYBODY

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with 
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!


SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Couplet | |

Whom I Did Not Love?

Greetings to you, O, lovely sky
Show me my precious butterfly

Here I am before your majesty
Let us live tomorrow in purity

Like we were together yesterday
Watching the sun faded into gray

Time quickly passes
Age, suddenly, increases

Yet still, I am all alone
Sitting on your marble throne

Can’t you see me from above?
As I pronounce to you my love

In my own song of soft falsetto  
Oh, remain to me, not in incognito

So, tell me Athena, my love
Whom I did not love?


Details | Sonnet | |

A valentine Day

O’ Mastermind, O’ Mastermind, Could you change my future?
Loneliness is teasing me, Sadness is breathing me,
Fear is freezing me, darkness is ceasing me,
Could you send someone who can listen to my tearing tone?
What is love, explain me, my love is only a ruin?
I am a child, I was a child and nobody cared for my feelings,
I suffer always suffer when they have different dealings,
O’ Mastermind, O’ Mastermind, Could you change my future?

When comes a valentine day I am trying to match my heart,
I like someone to encourage me I need a path of life,
I feel shame that shied to me; I can’t go away from hurt,
I am n’t beggar but begging to you, revive me I am dead half,
A day comes and passes away, I never seen awakening light.
I had lost my mum because she was someone’s wife.


Details | Free verse | |

Violent Nature

From the pang's of birth
to the throe's of death
when has any in nature
experienced true peace?

There just happens to be
an acceptable amount of violence,
but when do we find it,unacceptable?

A mighty conqueror on approach
turns to one of his commander's
and remark's....
"if I walk into this city and kill one person
  i'm considered a murderer....
  but,if I march in and massacre all
  i'll be proclaimed a great conqueror,
  go figure......"

Yes,go figure....
cause and effect
can exact a heavy price
the rise and fall of empire's
is not a new invention of term's....

When hasn't an indigenous person
or for that matter,any immigrant,
not feel the sting of exploitation,
in any country,at any time in history,
slavery from the beginning of time....

Still,as in nature,the animal kingdom
continue's through natural selection,
since,we human's sit at the top
without any real predator's a threat,
we find ourselve's preying on eachother
becoming our own worst enemy....
 
I wonder if this is the grand design ??


Details | ABC | |

THE DREAM

Some times i plan,
to fly like a bird,
and wave in the sky
to fight the sun!

But  i lost my wings,
thousand years back,
i would have killed it,
the enemy of my life.


Details | Free verse | |

The Descriptions

You always think,
I am a child,
I need more training,
To sell your product,
To understand,
The nature of your product,
But 
When you put an idea,
In my human computer,
And tried to search,
The matching of your qualities,
You were surprised,
To read my abilities,
The descriptions of my nature.
The efficiency of living,
And opened various different files,
To alter barriers,
To add new accelerations,
You were compelled to say,
I am an able man,
I am no longer a child.


Details | I do not know? | |

Life's Femininity

The leaves falling green
Couple the wind as they
Tumble by.
Dust rises and fall
With the whistle of the lips of 
Branches in trees 
And stand amazed.

The sun shining bright
Permeates the flight of migrating birds
Their wings flap in perfect  harmony.
They sing the song of a new day.
At the sight of you,
I hold my head to the rhythm 
Of cars passing so to catch a glimpse of you.

Radiant as the sun
You come
Sweeping by;
Rays of light touch your glory,
And the sun comes shining 
Through.

As you move to the rhythm 
Of the folding grass
Beneath your feet,
And touch the meadows dew

The leaves fall against 
The rhythm of the trees
As they bow to your 
Anticipation.


Details | I do not know?, I do not know? | |

Liverpool

The first smell of rain hitting city walls
Before slipping down into guttery streams
Heavy drops splattering layers of ashes and dirt
Causing clouds to clot in noses of newly wet children
Wet soot snots that run so black  memories keep coming back
Like scabs on bare and dirty knees
Or fog enveloping  invading nostrils
Condensing eyelids blinding sight
Muffling sound and squeezing light
Hiding the world in the wetness 
Of a cloud too heavy to fly
Carrying smells of sea salt and tar
Smoke of smouldering coal fires
Rolls off  wet tile rooftops to mingle
With the soapy smell of Monday 


Details | I do not know? | |

Change On A Plain

This small town
With all your idiosyncrasies
Change is already here
What's a small town to do?

Urban sprawl is gonna get ya
What are you going to do
When all the small town charm
Has been sold out of you?

No more vast corn strips
Instead it's, "Welcome to Wal-Mart!"
No more open airstrips
The next problem, "Where to put another Starbucks?"


Details | I do not know? | |

USE TO BE

I guess you saw the note on the door
And the clothes all folded up on the floor.

I was going to leave before you got home.
It’s easier to leave when I’m all alone.

I guess the neighbors called when they saw the movers pull in,
And I don’t have to guess where you’ve been.

Yes, it’s plain to see.
I don’t even want to know if you still love me.

I’m leaving today!
Theirs nothing left to say.

I know the tears you cry are not for me,
But for a love that use to be.


Details | Romanticism | |

My Lady Conqueror


I see, the poem I wrote to you was a bit timid, 
though sweet. “I’ll love you, forever!” is what it says,
and I, the great lover, perceived, “it’s what my heart beats!”
Several times, I had fluttered the many, hanging 
around the corner of the house. Conquer them all! So, I did.
The naked ladies, the bluebells, the angels trumpet
and countless others---innocent and blooming, 
but withered in few seconds in my eager hands. 
Yet, you---O La Belle Rose De Grèce, unlike them have conquered me!




Details | Sonnet | |

Living Excising

Her behaviour was exceptionable but exceptional.
She has enormity of inflammable but flammable,
Her feasibility generalize that women is most credible,
Naturally internment, ingenious but usually seasonable.
Prevaricate, masterful and triumphal but confessional,
Intensive to locate liability to decimate flout,
Careable, loveable, a family addicted always in doubt,
Import surcharge, impediment, tortuous, indulgent decisional.

Children and woman why conflicts conscience consignment,
What is consensus, consecutive censure considering?
Conservatism is consequential continuous consistent,
Living is execute and executive, exempt revising.
Nature, God or sophistication who is defendant?
Hell or heaven, what is important living excising?



Details | Romanticism | |

Wildflower



                                    Wildflower 
                                     Trapped
                                          On 
                                          My 
                                 Field
                                         Against 
                            Buzzing 
                                         Honeybee
                            Bird sings
                                         While 
                                           My 
                                      Tongue 
                                          Sits 
                                         On 
                                  Sweet petal


Details | Lyric | |

Lost Love

My life is unveiled in a poem ---
a poem of dark, sadness and pain
This poem breathes and breathes 
with darkest experience; no gain

Thou it rhymes in perfection, yet
lasting heart aches and despairs it only brings
to chain innocent soul for years
in peripheral solitude, I remember

the first morn of April 
when I met you
like a naked lady on a shoreline rocks
braving the passing wind; you glow

with your pink smile 
you’ve shown 
me the morning sunshine, but as it fades away
your beauty loses its integrity


Details | Lyric | |

Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


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THEY DESTROYING YOUR CREATIONS

They are destroying your creations,
the geen fields are burning
and blazes rise high;
the blackened town
has turned into ashes...
a devastated gost town
where once life
thrived with foot-steps 
and engines running!

They are destroying your creations,
barren vallies, mountains and lands 
where birds found their home so thrilling,
but forced to flee within minutes;
the scary arsonists also fled,
not to get cought or get burned
while scurring and panting! 
Weeping hearts and saddened faces
are overwhelmed by devastation...
who can understand their frustration?

They are destroying your creations
with torches and evil minds;
beauty is something they detest,
the smell of burnt makes them powerful;
how can they destroy the wilderness
that gives them life without chargiing a dime?
How can they stand back 
and watch this happening
while others are suffering?
If they are the devils' accomplices 
in this horrendous spectacle,
they will surely pay fully for their harm!


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After Dusk

A roaring laughter of all walks of life;
The glittering faces and the salsa beat 
Of Mardi Gras, seals the two-way lane 
With such unrelenting hope;
With maturity and humanity; 
That is shown, elegantly, after dusk.


Details | Burlesque | |

Crawling Down the Social Ladder

When I was born,
And for the first 5 years,
We lived in Brooklyn,
"King's County" you should know,

Then we moved to "Queen's"
Yup, "Queen's County" 
A small step down the royal ladder,
One that hardly seemed to matter

Next, I went to "Nassau County",
As if on a royal cruise,
Maybe a royal vacation,
Didn't seem like much to lose...

And now I'm in "Dutchess County"
And I'm startin' to see a pattern,
When will end?
When I finally reach Saturn??

So let's take the logical steps ahead,
At least those until I'm dead....
I guess by all rights,
Next will be "Earlville" in my sights,

Followed by "Knight'sbridge" I
would tempt to guess,
You see where I'm heading?
This surely is a mess...

Next "Serf-town" I would predict,
Any lower, and I'll be sick!!

But we haven't ended our descent,
Cause from there, to "Leper'sLand"
I went.....

I'm not even go on any further,
Cause the thought becomes too scary,
But if I had to venture a guess,
Sometype of slimy worm, I'd think...
would be Mother Nature's last jest!!!


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UNLIKE THE CHANGEABLE SEASONS...

One wish is all that
is required to be simply commiting oneself
to that dream so unreachable by hands,
that leave streaks of hope
on someone's face
so improvised by time;
we can make our fates and wait,
but  others are followed 
by impredictable luck...  
that they conjure a oath,
so obdurate, to obliterate crime!

Unlike the changeable seasons,
the human heart turns its attention
to easy and obtainable things:
being so unremorseful and oblivious...
lurking where dangers lie;
knowledge seems
a primitive belief,
unhesitantly swallowed by
an unperspicacious pessimism...
to justify their criticism,
enough to throw foolisness into action...
when their pique should die!

They should see generosity
as an act of kindness and dignity,
not a demonstration of weakness;
martyrs, saints and ordinary people
felt love and openly showed it...
can they follow in their holy footsteps?

Unlike the changeable seasons,
every intricate landscape
takes on its own diverse shape,
obeying a law so orderly;
we human beings
premidate a future without a plan,
and vainly glorifying ourselves...
ingnoring any premonition!
We turn ourselves into a deity,
thinking to be so invincible...
defying,crushing everyone 
and everything...to reach, 
without sweat or obstacles,
an unearned reward which
can be so horribly futile!


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Modern Generation

We run a commission based agency,
We shall train you professionalism,
What is your choice, what do you want to be?
Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage.
After training job will be guaranteed.

He was unemployed and seeking a job,
He went to the counter and stop there, 
A young lady asked, what is your query? 
I want to be a professional robber,
What is your commission rate?

She called next and asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional killer,
If court sentenced me,
How do you charge your rate?

She called next and asked to a young lady,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional prostitute,
Do you find the customer for me or I shall do?
What is your percentage and how do you charge?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional drug dealer,
Do you supply me or I shall find out myself?
How do you help me to handle the market?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional rape master,
How do you handle the situation?
What is your policy for me and the victimised?

She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, 
Today’s generation is seeking free access,
Money is only their easy target, 
Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice,
There is no better place than a prison.

We need to justify, what do they want?
What is wrong in their attitude?
Why are they so frustrated?
What is wrong in the present system?
Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?



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The Shadow

In a night of wonders of many nights
A stream of tribes pours onto bowls
With a pierce of gleaming light
Strikes the shadow of a knitted glove
Where many climb onto its surface
Reaching for the distance in the further land
It has a bench or two
That accelerates with a push of a hand
It travels from space to falls
Riding coasters among all
But, with a sniff of breeze
It may flow and go away
Therefore with might and care
It shares the wondrous time of all
As it approaches the shadow's cliff
Its secret lies stiff
For many discovered its body 
That swam in the pond of glory 
Was a boat that floats peacefully
In a night of dancing moonlight


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Care for Rubbish

Mosquito flies, 
A body realises it. 
When bites,

Mosquito cries,
When it flies over ear,
It hears clear.

Mosquito bites,
But why it cries,
Is it a sign of his victory?

That he realises a person,
I am so tiny,
But I can attack  you.

Or he sings a song,
A person can’t beat him,
It is always danger for him.

Where a person lift his dirt,
Mosquito appears straight away,
And spreads cholera.

Or he awares a person,
If you didn’t care for rubbish,
I can kill you, I have such poison.


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Winter IS DIs

Winter is DIs 

Winter is Dis 
For the Safeway girl 

Winter is discontent 
Winter is unrequited love 
Winter is in my heart forever 
Winter is goes into spring 
Winter is 
Winter is my heart 
Winter is the dart 
You threw at me,Erline 


Charles R Hice 


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Milky Shades

Sun was above the Head,
Heat waves were crossing,
Bodies smelt, but
Sweat was designing, 
The skin was feeling cool.

Trees were very calm,
They were standing in dark,
But birds were singing,
Playing and dancing, and
Leaves were laughing on them.

Mostly roads were clear,
Very rear vehicle acrosses,
And a waving tune,
Touches the ears,
Road was melting on tyre prints.

Sky was clear, very often,
True cirrus clouds,
Still were playing, and
Rays were lighting,
On their milky shades.


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A living Treatment

A person is short 
Or a person is tall,
It counts,
How they treat,
When they bad fall.

A person is slim,
Or a person is fat,
It counts,
How they behave,
When they chat.

A person is old,
Or a person is young,
It counts,
How they entertain,
When they sing.

A person is black,
Or a person is white,
It counts,
When they understand,
They cooperate or bite.

A person is physical disable,
Or a person is healthy,
It counts,
How they manage to deal,
It doesn’t count,
They are poor or wealthy.


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Wrong (2005)

Humans are not born to be angels in fact
We are angels-cracked
We all do wrong and makes mistakes
Do you always slam your breaks?
I bet you don’t so be quiet!
Why point fingers why cause a riot?
Jumping on cracks doesn’t break your bones
People in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones
We all do wrong 
We are not angels otherwise we wouldn’t belong 


Poemsbyrb@hotmail.com


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EQUINOX DAY

Fall
shadows
grow longer-
the sun loses
height-
we
party
al fresco-
dusk filling the
air


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Who Wants To Swim

Looking at a blood red sea,
and watching the bones swim by
is quite an oddity I assure you.
But not for long, I predict,
for man has learned well,
how to produce such scenes,
with such wonderful creations
as pollution and disease.

Beaches covered with needle trees
will soon be a grand sight.
For we consider oceans to be bottomless pits,
but they are good gardeners of the shores
and plant our trash well.

Swimming will become an expensive pastime,
for the toxic water will turn our skin to jelly
and we will flow back to the coast,
where someone will pour us in a mold
so we can pollute once more.


Details | I do not know? | |

We Talk

We talk and people listen, 
but are we truly ever heard?
We walk and people follow,
but do they ever walk a mile in our shoes?
We cry and people weep,
but does anyone care to ask why?
We smile and people wink,
but is it all just an act?
We understand and people comprehend,
but does it ever sink in?
We love and people care,
but is it true love?
I love, and I care
I listen and I understand
I lead and I follow,
but does that make me a good person?
Or doesn’t make me like everyone else?


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Paper

He,being the bridge to thought 
Reminding me of what i forgot 
Ubiquitous..
Seemingly everywhere, but not 
Amazing its ability to mold 
Shape the future and what it beholds 
From evictions to revolutions 
From problems to solutions
Lubricant,
To oil the wheels of time 
Storing rhymes,
Rhymes to tell her and his story 
Can morph from beauty to gory 
Manipulate and stipulate emotions 
Able to handle poisons and potions 
Even god found it fit for his words 
As ideas merge 
And the more often it turns
Torn and stripped from the life of land 
However given life to the poorest of hands
For the pen is mightier than the sword 
But what would it be without paper as a source